Trigger
Title : Trigger Chapter 9
Pairing : RyoUchi
Rating : PG-15
Genre : Crime, drama
Summary: Nishikido Ryo was a disillusioned investigator in the Tokyo Major Crimes Division, filled with self-hatred and regret for not being able to save his sister. Uchi Hiroki was a journalist looking for a scoop. A macabre crime by a killer with a personal vengeance soon brings the two together.
A/N : I feel awkward with the sex, maybe cos I'm out of practice with writing it. :P So nope, no full-blown sex but thanks for the comments to the previous chap. They make my muse very happy.
And for everyone who commented, esp Dina cos she's alwis so encouraging :)
Chapter 10
Ryo looked at Uchi, sitting quietly beside him, hugging his laptop to his chest like it could defend him from all the evil in the world.
“You could just drop me at a motel.”
“You know, I would appreciate it if less people are dying on me.” His words didn’t even earn a cursory look of contrition from Uchi. Instead Uchi just looked grim and tired, his fingers curling tighter around his laptop as he looked out the window.
Finally Ryo stopped at a hotel just at the outskirt of town and Uchi stayed quiet the entire trip. Ryo wondered whether he was still reeling from the shock, or whether the initial fear had subsided. Sometimes it was when people started thinking and rearranging the facts in their heads, that they truly realized the implications of what happened. Nothing about the incident was deliberate, it had been planned right down to the minute detail and Ryo could not help but think that everything seemed to string together. The tape Uchi had gotten, the article Uchi was working on and now his sister’s death being dug up. Truth was some things were meant to be buried, because it was the only way he could move forward. Because sometimes when you stayed in one place for far too long, it was only a matter of time before you got crushed, by the boulder weight of regret. And Ryo knew that only too well.
--
For a moment, both of them stood at the doorway to the hotel room, looking at the double bed. Finally there was a sigh of resignation from Uchi who placed his laptop on the bedside table and propped himself up on the pillows. He switched on the television, staring at the screen. Ryo settled on the other side of the bed, distance between them, listening to all the depressing stuff going on around the world. He glanced sideways at Uchi, who now had the remote control in his hands as though he took some comfort in that control. Finally Ryo grasped the remote control out of his hands.
“Look I don’t want to sleep.”
“Maybe you should.” Ryo tucked the remote control somewhere beneath his body and Uchi glared at him, finally throwing the covers over himself. Uchi closed his eyes, and he tried to ignore Ryo sitting on the bed, right beside him, propped up against the pillows. The television program was now set on mute and the room was bathed in the lights from the television set. He hated how vulnerable he was just now, hated how he who had always written about crime scene, was now almost part of one himself. He didn't like the exchanging of roles, didn't like the thought that somewhere out there, someone had planned this, with him as the intended victim. And most of all, he didn't like how grateful he was for Nishikido Ryo's company and protection.
The idea of being on the front page of news as the newest casualty in the latest city crime had never crossed his mind but it felt as though some part of him was violated and compromised, that someone could just waltz into his apartment. And the worst part was that the person hadn’t even gotten started, all he did today was make sure that his warning got across and it did. All that inexplicable anger was mostly directed at himself, because somehow he had implicated himself by trying to get to Nishikido Ryo.
He wanted to sleep and at the same time he didn’t. At this moment, slipping into sleep seemed like a terrifying idea. And unconsciously he rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. Maybe he just needed some diversion, he could do this quietly. Nishikido Ryo looked as though he was lost in another world. He once heard someone say they could only face the memories of their past through the bottom of a Scotch glass. Maybe that was true for Ryo too, because he looked like an apparition barely tethered there by the force of his willpower.
His hands moved idly, fingers stroking but his mind kept going back, going back to that bedroom with the stink of blood. It was blood alright. He could recognize that coppery stench, that aftermath of violence anywhere.
He let out a soft moan, muffled by the pillow when he felt the pleasure building up. Then he heard Ryo's voice.
"Uchi go to sleep."
Uchi flung the blanket aside and frankly he was quite upset at Ryo for having deprived him of his only escape.
"I can't alright. How do you sleep after all those murders?"
There was a lengthy pause, and Ryo switched off the television before he put the remote control onto the table. The sudden silence seemed to indicate the prelude to something else. Something frightening that Uchi didn't want to be a part of. He knew what was coming, and he could deal with Nishikido if he was a waif of a ghost, if he was bitter and hell-bent on revenge. But he couldn't deal if he was real and pulsating with life.
"I don't." Ryo replied, his voice a lover's caress, as he wrapped his arms around Uchi's waist, holding his wrists prisoner in his hands. And the strange thing was Uchi believed him, and he could almost picture him, with his eyes closed at night but mind still regurgitating over the crimes he saw in the day.
“Don’t tell me part of your job includes babysitting scared civilians too.” He could feel Ryo’s breath tickling his nape and it was like he was swallowed up by the bed, by his arms, in this safe little world isolated from everything outside.
“I don’t want your kindness.” Uchi said, his voice rough from the tightening in his throat.
Then he could feel Ryo’s hand guiding his wrist back, and he could feel the hardness beneath his fingers.
“This has nothing to do with kindness.” And before Ryo could speak any further, Uchi had already turned back, kissing him before the first press of their lips together. At the very least, he could direct all that anger and frustration to someone other than himself. Because Ryo was the culprit, with his broken down eyes and crazy obsession with his job that mirrored his own. Sex had always been his leverage and his bargaining chip. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, like being on the brink of death if his skin wasn’t flushed against his. His whole body seemed to hum with nervous energy and anticipation, and Ryo’s hand settled on his hip, fingers digging in like he was trying to steady him. He caught Ryo’s wrist with his own, pinning it onto the bed. And Ryo was just looking back at him with those eyes which made him feel like he was being profiled and categorized like many of the criminals before him, that it scared him just a little.
The seconds elongated, before Ryo toppled him over, in a tangle of limbs and sheets. There were no preliminaries or niceties, just Ryo laving him with his tongue, his scotching hot breath burning its own imprint on his skin. He tilted his head back, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope, struggling to breathe and contain the onslaught of sensations. When Ryo finally entered him, the discomfort was almost liberating, that he didn’t have any room or excuse to fight his reactions anymore. And Ryo was still holding his gaze tenaciously, inching in before easing out again, all the while withholding what he really really wanted.
“I don’t owe you anything for this one,” Uchi whispered, his voice dying on him when he felt Ryo pressing deeper. Then he heard Ryo’s voice delving into his ear, like an archaic tongue, and a confession of sorts.
“No you don’t. Not for this one.”
Pairing : RyoUchi
Rating : PG-15
Genre : Crime, drama
Summary: Nishikido Ryo was a disillusioned investigator in the Tokyo Major Crimes Division, filled with self-hatred and regret for not being able to save his sister. Uchi Hiroki was a journalist looking for a scoop. A macabre crime by a killer with a personal vengeance soon brings the two together.
A/N : I feel awkward with the sex, maybe cos I'm out of practice with writing it. :P So nope, no full-blown sex but thanks for the comments to the previous chap. They make my muse very happy.
And for everyone who commented, esp Dina cos she's alwis so encouraging :)
Chapter 10
Ryo looked at Uchi, sitting quietly beside him, hugging his laptop to his chest like it could defend him from all the evil in the world.
“You could just drop me at a motel.”
“You know, I would appreciate it if less people are dying on me.” His words didn’t even earn a cursory look of contrition from Uchi. Instead Uchi just looked grim and tired, his fingers curling tighter around his laptop as he looked out the window.
Finally Ryo stopped at a hotel just at the outskirt of town and Uchi stayed quiet the entire trip. Ryo wondered whether he was still reeling from the shock, or whether the initial fear had subsided. Sometimes it was when people started thinking and rearranging the facts in their heads, that they truly realized the implications of what happened. Nothing about the incident was deliberate, it had been planned right down to the minute detail and Ryo could not help but think that everything seemed to string together. The tape Uchi had gotten, the article Uchi was working on and now his sister’s death being dug up. Truth was some things were meant to be buried, because it was the only way he could move forward. Because sometimes when you stayed in one place for far too long, it was only a matter of time before you got crushed, by the boulder weight of regret. And Ryo knew that only too well.
--
For a moment, both of them stood at the doorway to the hotel room, looking at the double bed. Finally there was a sigh of resignation from Uchi who placed his laptop on the bedside table and propped himself up on the pillows. He switched on the television, staring at the screen. Ryo settled on the other side of the bed, distance between them, listening to all the depressing stuff going on around the world. He glanced sideways at Uchi, who now had the remote control in his hands as though he took some comfort in that control. Finally Ryo grasped the remote control out of his hands.
“Look I don’t want to sleep.”
“Maybe you should.” Ryo tucked the remote control somewhere beneath his body and Uchi glared at him, finally throwing the covers over himself. Uchi closed his eyes, and he tried to ignore Ryo sitting on the bed, right beside him, propped up against the pillows. The television program was now set on mute and the room was bathed in the lights from the television set. He hated how vulnerable he was just now, hated how he who had always written about crime scene, was now almost part of one himself. He didn't like the exchanging of roles, didn't like the thought that somewhere out there, someone had planned this, with him as the intended victim. And most of all, he didn't like how grateful he was for Nishikido Ryo's company and protection.
The idea of being on the front page of news as the newest casualty in the latest city crime had never crossed his mind but it felt as though some part of him was violated and compromised, that someone could just waltz into his apartment. And the worst part was that the person hadn’t even gotten started, all he did today was make sure that his warning got across and it did. All that inexplicable anger was mostly directed at himself, because somehow he had implicated himself by trying to get to Nishikido Ryo.
He wanted to sleep and at the same time he didn’t. At this moment, slipping into sleep seemed like a terrifying idea. And unconsciously he rubbed his hand against the front of his pants. Maybe he just needed some diversion, he could do this quietly. Nishikido Ryo looked as though he was lost in another world. He once heard someone say they could only face the memories of their past through the bottom of a Scotch glass. Maybe that was true for Ryo too, because he looked like an apparition barely tethered there by the force of his willpower.
His hands moved idly, fingers stroking but his mind kept going back, going back to that bedroom with the stink of blood. It was blood alright. He could recognize that coppery stench, that aftermath of violence anywhere.
He let out a soft moan, muffled by the pillow when he felt the pleasure building up. Then he heard Ryo's voice.
"Uchi go to sleep."
Uchi flung the blanket aside and frankly he was quite upset at Ryo for having deprived him of his only escape.
"I can't alright. How do you sleep after all those murders?"
There was a lengthy pause, and Ryo switched off the television before he put the remote control onto the table. The sudden silence seemed to indicate the prelude to something else. Something frightening that Uchi didn't want to be a part of. He knew what was coming, and he could deal with Nishikido if he was a waif of a ghost, if he was bitter and hell-bent on revenge. But he couldn't deal if he was real and pulsating with life.
"I don't." Ryo replied, his voice a lover's caress, as he wrapped his arms around Uchi's waist, holding his wrists prisoner in his hands. And the strange thing was Uchi believed him, and he could almost picture him, with his eyes closed at night but mind still regurgitating over the crimes he saw in the day.
“Don’t tell me part of your job includes babysitting scared civilians too.” He could feel Ryo’s breath tickling his nape and it was like he was swallowed up by the bed, by his arms, in this safe little world isolated from everything outside.
“I don’t want your kindness.” Uchi said, his voice rough from the tightening in his throat.
Then he could feel Ryo’s hand guiding his wrist back, and he could feel the hardness beneath his fingers.
“This has nothing to do with kindness.” And before Ryo could speak any further, Uchi had already turned back, kissing him before the first press of their lips together. At the very least, he could direct all that anger and frustration to someone other than himself. Because Ryo was the culprit, with his broken down eyes and crazy obsession with his job that mirrored his own. Sex had always been his leverage and his bargaining chip. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this, like being on the brink of death if his skin wasn’t flushed against his. His whole body seemed to hum with nervous energy and anticipation, and Ryo’s hand settled on his hip, fingers digging in like he was trying to steady him. He caught Ryo’s wrist with his own, pinning it onto the bed. And Ryo was just looking back at him with those eyes which made him feel like he was being profiled and categorized like many of the criminals before him, that it scared him just a little.
The seconds elongated, before Ryo toppled him over, in a tangle of limbs and sheets. There were no preliminaries or niceties, just Ryo laving him with his tongue, his scotching hot breath burning its own imprint on his skin. He tilted his head back, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope, struggling to breathe and contain the onslaught of sensations. When Ryo finally entered him, the discomfort was almost liberating, that he didn’t have any room or excuse to fight his reactions anymore. And Ryo was still holding his gaze tenaciously, inching in before easing out again, all the while withholding what he really really wanted.
“I don’t owe you anything for this one,” Uchi whispered, his voice dying on him when he felt Ryo pressing deeper. Then he heard Ryo’s voice delving into his ear, like an archaic tongue, and a confession of sorts.
“No you don’t. Not for this one.”