[One-Shot] Mine
Title: Mine
Pairing: KameDa (Kamenashi / Ueda)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Summary: Kamenashi loves Ueda so deeply that it hurts.
Warning: Blood play, bondage and mental issues. Slightly creepy to boot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody or the title. And please heed the warnings.
Author’s Note: I blame it on the stress coming from my final examinations for causing me to write such things. And the highly inspirational December issue of Wink Up. No prizes for guessing what song I listened to while typing. I don't usually write this genre so please forgive me for any mistakes m(_ _)m
Mine
It is way past midnight when Kamenashi returns home from work. Making a stop at his letter box, he retrieves all his letters and takes a quick look at the newspaper. Flipping through the pages briefly in the elevator, he chucks it before reaching his apartment. It’s the same boring articles - missing people, classified ads and political news that he is past caring. Kamenashi wonders why he even bothers with the subscription.
Slotting his key into the lock, he turns the door knob as quietly as he could before letting himself in. The sight of his sleeping partner greets him and Kamenashi smiles contentedly. Ueda is dozing off on the couch, obviously awaiting Kamenashi’s return since he didn’t retire straight to bed. Dressed in one of Kamenashi’s larger shirts and track pants, Kamenashi can’t help noticing how the skull-printed tee is slipping off Ueda’s shoulder, exposing far too much skin for Kamenashi’s comfort. Waking Ueda up to satisfy his sexual needs is not an option.
Nonetheless, Kamenashi is glad that there is always someone anticipating his return. It gives him a sense of belonging; Kamenashi cannot fathom a life without Ueda. It would be all too lonely, too cold, too bleak.
“I’m back,” he whispers while sitting himself next to Ueda. Ruffling the other man’s hair gently, he sighs a little at the prospect of work tomorrow. It will be the usual - another harsh day at work where his boss will find every reason to berate him. Yet no matter how tough life gets, Kamenashi knows that he’ll get through it. Ueda being with him is all the reason he needs to continue pushing forward.
Getting rid of his blazer, Kamenashi massages his sore shoulders and gets up from the couch lethargically. Walking pass a mirror on the way to the bathroom, he examines how much he has aged just by slogging in that damn office. The wrinkles are definitely getting more evident and the dark eye circles rimming his eyes have long turned permanent. The swelling eye bags don’t make him look any more attractive or confident. Bemoaning about his fate, Kamenashi feels his worries being elevated instantly when a pair of strong arms captures him in an embrace from behind.
“Welcome back,” Ueda drawls lazily, nuzzling into his nape. “You’ve had a hard day.”
“I’m sorry to wake you up,” Kamenashi apologizes regretfully. Turning around to kiss Ueda lightly on the forehead for forgiveness, Ueda merely rubs his eyes sleepily in response. It takes a while before the other man appears to be more awake and reciprocates with those warm smiles that Kamenashi is simply obsessed about. It’s comforting, reassuring and makes Kamenashi thinks that slaving for that demon in the company is merely a breeze.
“I missed you,” Ueda whines as he leads Kamenashi by the elbow to their bedroom. “You owe me a proper explanation for being late.”
Ueda pushes Kamenashi to the bed impatiently and Kamenashi curses a little when his head hits the bedpost. He can’t really blame Ueda for that; the other man has poor vision and being in the dark probably didn’t help a lot. Kamenashi thinks it may be time to install lights in the bedroom.
Kamenashi is caught off guard when Ueda pins him down, violently crashing their lips together as his hands yank roughly at Kamenashi’s belt. Unable to contain the sudden pleasure when Ueda settles between his legs, Kamenashi squeezes his eyes shut as a moan escapes shamelessly from his lips. He groans again when Ueda kisses him hungrily, open-mouthed and all tongue.
“Want you, want you, want you,” Kamenashi hears Ueda chanting softly against his lips when they finally part for a breather. It’s all too arousing as Ueda’s teeth grazes lightly across his bottom lips and Kamenashi hears his own moans echoing in the room. It’s getting too loud and Kamenashi decides that his neighbours will just have to deal with it. Or he will have to deal with the landlord tomorrow morning.
Ueda loosens Kamenashi’s tie and is working on the buttoned shirt when Ueda sinks his teeth into Kamenashi’s bottom lips. Kamenashi hisses at the sudden pain but doesn’t flinch much when he tastes the metallic fluid at the tip of his tongue. It’s all too familiar and he is far too distracted by Ueda kissing his way downwards, sucking on his collar bones while slipping his hands into Kamenashi's pants.
“What’s wrong,” Kamenashi grunts as he snaps his eyes open, annoyed at the sudden loss of contact. Ueda is no longer moving, his steely gaze boring through Kamenashi instead. Kamenashi notes how the eagerness and lust in Ueda’s eyes are slowly dissipating, replaced by something incomprehensible. Maybe something darker.
“So beautiful,” Ueda gasps in surprise as he leans over slowly, trailing his fingers across Kamenashi’s lips and smearing the blood across his face. “Red is such an amazing colour on your porcelain skin.”
Kamenashi stiffens when Ueda chuckles to himself, admiring his own handiwork. It looks like this night would be no different from the other nights, contrary to what Kamenashi had hoped for.
“I want you to be mine,” Ueda mouths and Kamenashi fights back the scream in his throat when Ueda digs his fingers sharply into Kamenashi’s chest. The throbbing pain doesn’t subside but intensifies when Ueda drags his fingers slowly, branding his name on Kamenashi’s skin. Kamenashi grabs the bed sheets desperately, gagging himself. It’s the only way he can restrain himself from griping in pain. Yet with all the cloth in his mouth, Ueda’s actions still tears hoarse sobs out from him.
Ueda hums in delight when he finishes his final touches, appreciating the newly etched words while wiping the sweat off Kamenashi’s brow. Ueda pouts apologetically yet there is no shard of remorse visible in his expression. Was the worst part of the night over? Kamenashi trembles as he attempts to predict Ueda’s next move, his breathing heavy and ragged.
“I just wanted to make sure you’ll belong to me. Always,” Ueda is speaking in hushed tones. “You wouldn’t run away, will you?”
Kamenashi shakes his head promptly and he is rewarded by a satisfied beam from Ueda. Getting up from bed, Ueda returns with a warm wet towel and proceeds to dab Kamenashi’s fresh wound with it. Despite hurting so badly that black dots swim in his vision and his mind fizzles out temporarily, Kamenashi merely bites down on his bruised lips to remain silent. Ueda continues cleaning the injury and when he is done, Kamenashi is horrified at the amount of blood staining the piece of cloth. However, he grits his teeth and smiles in appreciation, masking his true emotions. With all the prior experiences, the dos and don’ts are clearly embedded in his mind.
Tossing the towel aside, Ueda grabs the tie lying on their bed and knots it tightly around Kamenashi wrists. He doesn’t give any explanation when he secures Kamenashi to the bed post either. Staring blankly for what seemed like an eternity, Ueda finally continues from where he left off, choosing to start again by nibbling the sensitive spot behind Kamenashi’s ears. Kamenashi squirms but the tie cuts deeper into his wrists and he decides he'll just let Ueda do whatever he wants. There’s only so much pain one can tolerate in a day.
As Ueda slowly kneads Kamenashi’s tensed shoulders while placing feathery kisses all over his neck, Kamenashi winces slightly as the wounds around his wrists continue to burn. He is going to bruise, quite badly in fact, and Kamenashi hopes his colleagues won’t question him again, along with all his other older wounds.
Ueda licks his way down Kamenashi’s chest and the stinging pain directs all his attention back to Ueda. Looking at how tamed Ueda has suddenly become, Kamenashi wonders how different things might possibly be if he had courted Ueda the proper way three years ago. If he hadn’t abducted Ueda off the streets abruptly in the dead of the night, Ueda could have turned out to be a completely different person. After all, Ueda wasn’t always this sadistic in bed. There was a time when Ueda was the bounded one instead and Kamenashi missed ravishing at that sight.
But all these aren’t important now, Kamenashi decides. He can’t go on pondering about things he will never have an answer to. Moreover, he isn’t concerned with all the pain he is dealing with since he knows Ueda is worth all of it.
In fact, Kamenashi loves Ueda so much that he is willing to give everything up for the other man.
If Ueda wants his heart, Kamenashi will carve it out for him.
Literally.
End.
Pairing: KameDa (Kamenashi / Ueda)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU
Summary: Kamenashi loves Ueda so deeply that it hurts.
Warning: Blood play, bondage and mental issues. Slightly creepy to boot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody or the title. And please heed the warnings.
Author’s Note: I blame it on the stress coming from my final examinations for causing me to write such things. And the highly inspirational December issue of Wink Up. No prizes for guessing what song I listened to while typing. I don't usually write this genre so please forgive me for any mistakes m(_ _)m
Mine
It is way past midnight when Kamenashi returns home from work. Making a stop at his letter box, he retrieves all his letters and takes a quick look at the newspaper. Flipping through the pages briefly in the elevator, he chucks it before reaching his apartment. It’s the same boring articles - missing people, classified ads and political news that he is past caring. Kamenashi wonders why he even bothers with the subscription.
Slotting his key into the lock, he turns the door knob as quietly as he could before letting himself in. The sight of his sleeping partner greets him and Kamenashi smiles contentedly. Ueda is dozing off on the couch, obviously awaiting Kamenashi’s return since he didn’t retire straight to bed. Dressed in one of Kamenashi’s larger shirts and track pants, Kamenashi can’t help noticing how the skull-printed tee is slipping off Ueda’s shoulder, exposing far too much skin for Kamenashi’s comfort. Waking Ueda up to satisfy his sexual needs is not an option.
Nonetheless, Kamenashi is glad that there is always someone anticipating his return. It gives him a sense of belonging; Kamenashi cannot fathom a life without Ueda. It would be all too lonely, too cold, too bleak.
“I’m back,” he whispers while sitting himself next to Ueda. Ruffling the other man’s hair gently, he sighs a little at the prospect of work tomorrow. It will be the usual - another harsh day at work where his boss will find every reason to berate him. Yet no matter how tough life gets, Kamenashi knows that he’ll get through it. Ueda being with him is all the reason he needs to continue pushing forward.
Getting rid of his blazer, Kamenashi massages his sore shoulders and gets up from the couch lethargically. Walking pass a mirror on the way to the bathroom, he examines how much he has aged just by slogging in that damn office. The wrinkles are definitely getting more evident and the dark eye circles rimming his eyes have long turned permanent. The swelling eye bags don’t make him look any more attractive or confident. Bemoaning about his fate, Kamenashi feels his worries being elevated instantly when a pair of strong arms captures him in an embrace from behind.
“Welcome back,” Ueda drawls lazily, nuzzling into his nape. “You’ve had a hard day.”
“I’m sorry to wake you up,” Kamenashi apologizes regretfully. Turning around to kiss Ueda lightly on the forehead for forgiveness, Ueda merely rubs his eyes sleepily in response. It takes a while before the other man appears to be more awake and reciprocates with those warm smiles that Kamenashi is simply obsessed about. It’s comforting, reassuring and makes Kamenashi thinks that slaving for that demon in the company is merely a breeze.
“I missed you,” Ueda whines as he leads Kamenashi by the elbow to their bedroom. “You owe me a proper explanation for being late.”
Ueda pushes Kamenashi to the bed impatiently and Kamenashi curses a little when his head hits the bedpost. He can’t really blame Ueda for that; the other man has poor vision and being in the dark probably didn’t help a lot. Kamenashi thinks it may be time to install lights in the bedroom.
Kamenashi is caught off guard when Ueda pins him down, violently crashing their lips together as his hands yank roughly at Kamenashi’s belt. Unable to contain the sudden pleasure when Ueda settles between his legs, Kamenashi squeezes his eyes shut as a moan escapes shamelessly from his lips. He groans again when Ueda kisses him hungrily, open-mouthed and all tongue.
“Want you, want you, want you,” Kamenashi hears Ueda chanting softly against his lips when they finally part for a breather. It’s all too arousing as Ueda’s teeth grazes lightly across his bottom lips and Kamenashi hears his own moans echoing in the room. It’s getting too loud and Kamenashi decides that his neighbours will just have to deal with it. Or he will have to deal with the landlord tomorrow morning.
Ueda loosens Kamenashi’s tie and is working on the buttoned shirt when Ueda sinks his teeth into Kamenashi’s bottom lips. Kamenashi hisses at the sudden pain but doesn’t flinch much when he tastes the metallic fluid at the tip of his tongue. It’s all too familiar and he is far too distracted by Ueda kissing his way downwards, sucking on his collar bones while slipping his hands into Kamenashi's pants.
“What’s wrong,” Kamenashi grunts as he snaps his eyes open, annoyed at the sudden loss of contact. Ueda is no longer moving, his steely gaze boring through Kamenashi instead. Kamenashi notes how the eagerness and lust in Ueda’s eyes are slowly dissipating, replaced by something incomprehensible. Maybe something darker.
“So beautiful,” Ueda gasps in surprise as he leans over slowly, trailing his fingers across Kamenashi’s lips and smearing the blood across his face. “Red is such an amazing colour on your porcelain skin.”
Kamenashi stiffens when Ueda chuckles to himself, admiring his own handiwork. It looks like this night would be no different from the other nights, contrary to what Kamenashi had hoped for.
“I want you to be mine,” Ueda mouths and Kamenashi fights back the scream in his throat when Ueda digs his fingers sharply into Kamenashi’s chest. The throbbing pain doesn’t subside but intensifies when Ueda drags his fingers slowly, branding his name on Kamenashi’s skin. Kamenashi grabs the bed sheets desperately, gagging himself. It’s the only way he can restrain himself from griping in pain. Yet with all the cloth in his mouth, Ueda’s actions still tears hoarse sobs out from him.
Ueda hums in delight when he finishes his final touches, appreciating the newly etched words while wiping the sweat off Kamenashi’s brow. Ueda pouts apologetically yet there is no shard of remorse visible in his expression. Was the worst part of the night over? Kamenashi trembles as he attempts to predict Ueda’s next move, his breathing heavy and ragged.
“I just wanted to make sure you’ll belong to me. Always,” Ueda is speaking in hushed tones. “You wouldn’t run away, will you?”
Kamenashi shakes his head promptly and he is rewarded by a satisfied beam from Ueda. Getting up from bed, Ueda returns with a warm wet towel and proceeds to dab Kamenashi’s fresh wound with it. Despite hurting so badly that black dots swim in his vision and his mind fizzles out temporarily, Kamenashi merely bites down on his bruised lips to remain silent. Ueda continues cleaning the injury and when he is done, Kamenashi is horrified at the amount of blood staining the piece of cloth. However, he grits his teeth and smiles in appreciation, masking his true emotions. With all the prior experiences, the dos and don’ts are clearly embedded in his mind.
Tossing the towel aside, Ueda grabs the tie lying on their bed and knots it tightly around Kamenashi wrists. He doesn’t give any explanation when he secures Kamenashi to the bed post either. Staring blankly for what seemed like an eternity, Ueda finally continues from where he left off, choosing to start again by nibbling the sensitive spot behind Kamenashi’s ears. Kamenashi squirms but the tie cuts deeper into his wrists and he decides he'll just let Ueda do whatever he wants. There’s only so much pain one can tolerate in a day.
As Ueda slowly kneads Kamenashi’s tensed shoulders while placing feathery kisses all over his neck, Kamenashi winces slightly as the wounds around his wrists continue to burn. He is going to bruise, quite badly in fact, and Kamenashi hopes his colleagues won’t question him again, along with all his other older wounds.
Ueda licks his way down Kamenashi’s chest and the stinging pain directs all his attention back to Ueda. Looking at how tamed Ueda has suddenly become, Kamenashi wonders how different things might possibly be if he had courted Ueda the proper way three years ago. If he hadn’t abducted Ueda off the streets abruptly in the dead of the night, Ueda could have turned out to be a completely different person. After all, Ueda wasn’t always this sadistic in bed. There was a time when Ueda was the bounded one instead and Kamenashi missed ravishing at that sight.
But all these aren’t important now, Kamenashi decides. He can’t go on pondering about things he will never have an answer to. Moreover, he isn’t concerned with all the pain he is dealing with since he knows Ueda is worth all of it.
In fact, Kamenashi loves Ueda so much that he is willing to give everything up for the other man.
If Ueda wants his heart, Kamenashi will carve it out for him.
Literally.
End.