Fanfiction: Fighting! (Part 2/6: The Prince and the Punk)
Characters: Takki, Pi, Jin, Ryo, Kame, Tsubasa and Matchy
Pairing: TakkiPi, TakiTsuba (more to follow)
Genre: AU, angst, comedy, fluff, romance, smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: Takki steps out of his comfort zone to find pain and pleasure waiting. But will the pleasure be worth the pain.
Disclaimer: It's all pain and no pleasure because the boys are not mine.
Note: Daily updated 6-part story. For Dorayaki-chan, for your constant support. Thank you!
Part 1/6: A Perfect Life?
The Prince and the Punk
It's yet another bright and blissful day in the picture perfect life of high-schooler Takki, well, almost. His boyfriend, Pi is worried.
'What's that cut above your eye?!' The younger boy interrogates.
'It's nothing,' the older one assures.
'Nothing?! It looks like your eye is about to fall out of its socket!'
'Good riddance. His eyes aren't that pretty anyway,' Jin remarks without looking up from his text messaging. There are simply more girls than he can type.
'I think he actually looks better like this,' Ryo adds, with his usual effortless sarcasm.
Takki is thankful. Not for the unkind comments, of course; but for the distraction. Torn between whether to beat the living daylights out of Jin or to reduce Ryo to unrecognisable pulp, Pi is too preoccupied to question Takki further. And Takki doesn't want to talk too much about last night either; even though he was almost a hero.
.............
'Pay up?! You want us to pay up?! You were enjoying it so much; I think we should charge you instead.' The hoarse voice belonged to a burly man seemingly in his late 40s. Takki couldn't tell from the dim street lights in the dark alley. But it was plain to see that someone was being attacked.
'Yeah, you were moaning like a slut, you little piece of shit.' Another shadowy man, even bigger than before, edged him on.
Takki froze on the spot. It was a sight he had never witnessed before. In his perfect life, nobody ever got so much as mistreated or manhandled. But in front of him, there was a teenager like him being beaten up.
'Stop! Stop this madness now!' Takki shouted weakly. 'I've called the police. They'll be here any minute.'
The police was an effective threat. But not enough. Takki received a parting blow before the two older men fled the scene. It was yet another new experience for him - that stinging pain and momentary blindness.
'Mind your own business, you shithead!'
Takki was stunned. Nobody had ever called him that before. He's heard ouji (prince) and tono (lord) but never shithead.
'They might have paid up after they've beaten their fill. But now they're gone!'
Takki thought he had been hurled into another universe. How could money be the first thing on the mind of someone so bruised and battered?
'All thanks to you, now I'm sleeping the streets tonight.'
............
After an awkward exchange of harsh words and deer-in-the-headlight looks, Tsubasa found himself carrying grocery bags full of senbei and nattou as he somewhat sheepishly followed the younger boy home.
Overcome with a sudden awe, Tsubasa wondered if the inside of all mansions looked bigger than they already did on the outside. He had never been in one before, until now. Even his guest room looked the size of a small apartment.
He didn't know how much it would cost to stay in a place like this. But he braced himself. Although the attacks and Takki's supposed first aid skills left him resembling a poorly wrapped mummy, his most dependable asset - chin chin ii, was still intact and ready for any challenge.
..........
Takki almost choked on his midnight snack of sweet senbei dipped in nattou sauce.
'What are you doing?!' He shrieked at the intruder in his bed, who had in a grand gesture, flung the covers aside and was now in the process of peeling off his Mickey Mouse briefs.
'Your... payment,' Tsubasa answered as he masterfully coated Junior Takki with saliva, while simultaneously squeezing and massaging its neighbouring balls.
Before Takki could defend his chastity, his keitai rang. He rushed to turn it off but seeing that his navigation and psychomotor skills had gone south, he ended up turning on the speaker phone instead.
'Takki-kun, are you all right? You sound sick.'
'I... ngh.... I'm just a little... ngh... under...'
'Under? Takki-kun?'
'Under...the WEATHER!' Takki grunted. 'But no... BIGgie... I'm fine!'
'That's good. I'm sorry to disturb. But can't reach President Pi so I thought I'll just let you know that I don't think I can make it for the council meeting tomorrow.'
'Good... GOOD! Have FUCK, I mean, fun!'
.........
On the pretence of turning off the phone, Tsubasa took it from Takki's limp hands and checked out the earlier contact.
Kame-chan! He was right. That voice, it's unmistakable. What was his childhood buddy doing in Tokyo?
It's really a small world after all....
End of Part 2/6
Note: It's true when they say a picture says a thousand words. The above picture is what spawned this series. It started as a TxT vehicle, but seeing that this is the last fic of my first year, I've decided to include most of the past characters I had written. If you have been reading my fics (over 30 of them in one year!) but have never commented, do let me know what you think of them. Which one can you still remember? Which one is your favourite? How do they make you feel? Whether you have good, bad or ugly things to say, I would like to know. Thanks. Enjoy!
Bonus (pics are from scans in Google search):
The Punk and the Pervert (aka The Prince Turns Pervert)
Takki: Hey, check out this gay Kamasutra I just bought.
Tsubasa: Okay... but stop looking at me like this.
Tsubasa: You're making me blush!
Takki: *Yeah, baby. Me like.*
Tsubasa: *Is he thinking what I'm thinking?*
Takki: *Yes! Sex position 283.*
Thank you for reading, love you for commenting. Next up, tomorrow, Part 3/6: Of Different Worlds.
Pairing: TakkiPi, TakiTsuba (more to follow)
Genre: AU, angst, comedy, fluff, romance, smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: Takki steps out of his comfort zone to find pain and pleasure waiting. But will the pleasure be worth the pain.
Disclaimer: It's all pain and no pleasure because the boys are not mine.
Note: Daily updated 6-part story. For Dorayaki-chan, for your constant support. Thank you!
Part 1/6: A Perfect Life?
The Prince and the Punk
It's yet another bright and blissful day in the picture perfect life of high-schooler Takki, well, almost. His boyfriend, Pi is worried.
'What's that cut above your eye?!' The younger boy interrogates.
'It's nothing,' the older one assures.
'Nothing?! It looks like your eye is about to fall out of its socket!'
'Good riddance. His eyes aren't that pretty anyway,' Jin remarks without looking up from his text messaging. There are simply more girls than he can type.
'I think he actually looks better like this,' Ryo adds, with his usual effortless sarcasm.
Takki is thankful. Not for the unkind comments, of course; but for the distraction. Torn between whether to beat the living daylights out of Jin or to reduce Ryo to unrecognisable pulp, Pi is too preoccupied to question Takki further. And Takki doesn't want to talk too much about last night either; even though he was almost a hero.
.............
'Pay up?! You want us to pay up?! You were enjoying it so much; I think we should charge you instead.' The hoarse voice belonged to a burly man seemingly in his late 40s. Takki couldn't tell from the dim street lights in the dark alley. But it was plain to see that someone was being attacked.
'Yeah, you were moaning like a slut, you little piece of shit.' Another shadowy man, even bigger than before, edged him on.
Takki froze on the spot. It was a sight he had never witnessed before. In his perfect life, nobody ever got so much as mistreated or manhandled. But in front of him, there was a teenager like him being beaten up.
'Stop! Stop this madness now!' Takki shouted weakly. 'I've called the police. They'll be here any minute.'
The police was an effective threat. But not enough. Takki received a parting blow before the two older men fled the scene. It was yet another new experience for him - that stinging pain and momentary blindness.
'Mind your own business, you shithead!'
Takki was stunned. Nobody had ever called him that before. He's heard ouji (prince) and tono (lord) but never shithead.
'They might have paid up after they've beaten their fill. But now they're gone!'
Takki thought he had been hurled into another universe. How could money be the first thing on the mind of someone so bruised and battered?
'All thanks to you, now I'm sleeping the streets tonight.'
............
After an awkward exchange of harsh words and deer-in-the-headlight looks, Tsubasa found himself carrying grocery bags full of senbei and nattou as he somewhat sheepishly followed the younger boy home.
Overcome with a sudden awe, Tsubasa wondered if the inside of all mansions looked bigger than they already did on the outside. He had never been in one before, until now. Even his guest room looked the size of a small apartment.
He didn't know how much it would cost to stay in a place like this. But he braced himself. Although the attacks and Takki's supposed first aid skills left him resembling a poorly wrapped mummy, his most dependable asset - chin chin ii, was still intact and ready for any challenge.
..........
Takki almost choked on his midnight snack of sweet senbei dipped in nattou sauce.
'What are you doing?!' He shrieked at the intruder in his bed, who had in a grand gesture, flung the covers aside and was now in the process of peeling off his Mickey Mouse briefs.
'Your... payment,' Tsubasa answered as he masterfully coated Junior Takki with saliva, while simultaneously squeezing and massaging its neighbouring balls.
Before Takki could defend his chastity, his keitai rang. He rushed to turn it off but seeing that his navigation and psychomotor skills had gone south, he ended up turning on the speaker phone instead.
'Takki-kun, are you all right? You sound sick.'
'I... ngh.... I'm just a little... ngh... under...'
'Under? Takki-kun?'
'Under...the WEATHER!' Takki grunted. 'But no... BIGgie... I'm fine!'
'That's good. I'm sorry to disturb. But can't reach President Pi so I thought I'll just let you know that I don't think I can make it for the council meeting tomorrow.'
'Good... GOOD! Have FUCK, I mean, fun!'
.........
On the pretence of turning off the phone, Tsubasa took it from Takki's limp hands and checked out the earlier contact.
Kame-chan! He was right. That voice, it's unmistakable. What was his childhood buddy doing in Tokyo?
It's really a small world after all....
End of Part 2/6
Note: It's true when they say a picture says a thousand words. The above picture is what spawned this series. It started as a TxT vehicle, but seeing that this is the last fic of my first year, I've decided to include most of the past characters I had written. If you have been reading my fics (over 30 of them in one year!) but have never commented, do let me know what you think of them. Which one can you still remember? Which one is your favourite? How do they make you feel? Whether you have good, bad or ugly things to say, I would like to know. Thanks. Enjoy!
Bonus (pics are from scans in Google search):
The Punk and the Pervert (aka The Prince Turns Pervert)
Takki: Hey, check out this gay Kamasutra I just bought.
Tsubasa: Okay... but stop looking at me like this.
Tsubasa: You're making me blush!
Takki: *Yeah, baby. Me like.*
Tsubasa: *Is he thinking what I'm thinking?*
Takki: *Yes! Sex position 283.*
Thank you for reading, love you for commenting. Next up, tomorrow, Part 3/6: Of Different Worlds.