Truth
Title: Truth
Pairing: Massupi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these pretty Japanese boys
Summary: Massu's together with a certain somone, but isn’t sure why or if this person even loves him. But he stays with him and on Valentine’s, he finally gets his answer.
A/N: written for
sisi_tbecause she’s awesome like that :D and she wrote an awesome fic for me!!!
And this is the real V-day fic xDDD!
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“Rain…on Valentine’s?” Massu mused, chewing absent-mindly on a [long ago eaten] takoyaki’s toothpick. His cold fingers grip tighter around his arms and he rubbed them up and down in an attempt to get warm.
An arm slung around him, “I’ll walk you home.” The red-clothed arm radiated warmth and a head is pressed into his shoulder.
He looked up, eyelashes fluttering, “Okay.” It had been two months since the two had started going out. He wasn’t sure where it was heading or what they were doing together…but for now, it was enough.
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I don’t know what to do when you’re like this.
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They had no umbrella, the other have being stupid enough to suggest walking together outside through the rain and on Valentine’s Day, no less. It was cold, they were soaked, and the frigid air wasn’t helping much either. But the certain way the other was flushed up against him, and the way they were walking, made him warm and fuzzy inside, even though it was colder than fifty degrees outside.
A soft sigh shook him out of his stupor; he looked up, “Cold?” The word slipped out of his mouth and he snuggled closer to the other, arm resting in the crook of the other’s elbow and his head pressed quite comfortably against the other’s leather-clad chest. He felt the other shake his head and then soft lips pursed into a certain shape was pressed against his cold, frosty cheek.
He blushed; and the very place that was kissed was quite warm, warmer than other areas.
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Don’t tease me like this.
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The cold, dusty February wind swirled around them, embracing the two singers. The rain had stopped awhile ago, but the two were still soaked thoroughly; Massu’s damp hair hanging down in his black eyes and his mouth slightly curled down into a pout. His supple cherry-kissed lips were a slight blue color and his eyes looked like they were strained to stay open.
But still, the boy tried to stay awake, even though his body hurt all over, and all he wanted to do was curl up in the other’s arms and sleep the whole day away. But it was Valentine’s Day and it held promises of a fun and romantic night for couples; so he still tried to fight unconsciousness; a frigid, tinged with red, hand fisting in the other’s clothes.
“Massu…go to sleep, I’ll carry you back.” Warm, red-clothed arms wrapped around him, and he could feel the other’s breath gently tickling his exposed neck. His red scarf had become loose, favoring to linger over his shoulder and dragging down onto the wet floor. He felt the other smile against his neck and then his fabricated scarf was being tugged upward and wrapped around the two’s necks.
“It’s okay,” he responded weakly, but contrary to his words, he nuzzled deeper into the other’s chest, closing his eyes against it.
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Why do you treat me like this? Like you actually care…about me…
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A gentle shake woke him; warm, gloved hands clutching on his own two arms, and a smell of pasta drifting past his nostrils. He woke with a jerk even with the gentle shaking, almost banging his still-damp forehead against the other’s head. The other merely gave a smile and a slight shake of his head at the other’s antics before slowly leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the other’s cheek.
He mumbled the other’s name unconsciously, his shirt falling quite unceremoniously off his left shoulder, and his lips curled into a pout. He tried to sit up, but the other had climbed on top of him, cramping his legs and thighs, smiling his perfect smile with perfect teeth.
The other didn’t answer him; preferring to press a soft, warm kiss against the other’s still pouting lips. Massu let out a soft frightened gasp, his un-clothed hands flailing and clutching vainly at the other to stop him.
After a few precious, blissful moments, the other had pulled away, pulling up Massu’s shirt sleeve as he did. Smiling his perfect smile once again, the man let out a few notes of laughter, “Do you want some pasta, Massu?”
There was a few seconds before he could gather up his breath to answer the other; after all it wasn’t unusual for the other to make out with him then pull away to offer different things than sex. He was used to this, it was just the way the other was, and it was the things that he did was what Massu loved, not his looks, his perfection, his singing…
“Pasta!” he cried quite excitedly when he finally realized the meaning of the other’s words, sitting up quite easily in his haste and excitement. “Did you cook it?” He gripped the other’s hand tightly, a soft smile making its way to his face. He had always loved the other’s pasta; it tasted delicious, full of all kinds of flavors, tasting like home, love, and another thing he couldn’t name.
“Yeah, let’s go eat.” The other man said, smiling at the other’s childish excitement. Soon the two were sitting down at Massu’s apartment dining table, which was covered with a plaid red and white tablecloth, telling of things that was long forgotten and things that were to come: a homecoming present from the man that was with him now.
The pasta was a golden color, splattered with spaghetti sauce, and gathered into a white flowered lining bowl. It was surrounded by two smaller bowls of the same design a fork and a napkin on each side of the bowl. They had a Valentine’s dinner together, Massu gripping the other’s tanned hand during the dinner, and the other laughing and teasing and talking about the certain stupid things that their band-members had done.
And before he knew it, the two were having sex together on Massu’s white, clean bed, Massu vainly trying to stop the other from getting too far, but in the end the two were having kinky foreplay that eventually ended in sweet, tender lovemaking.
They fell asleep together; naked skin upon naked skin, the other’s leg pressed in-between Massu’s own two, and Massu’s head resting on the crook of the other’s neck.
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Do you love me…Yamashita Tomohisa?
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He woke to the light chirping of the morning birds, the sunshine rays beaming down on him, and the smell of still damp grass; they had left the window open in an attempt to get fresh air in Massu’s single apartment room. He blinked into the harsh sunlight, his lips curled into a small pout and his eyes creasing as he tried to open them.
“Massu?” He jumped at the mumbled call and he turned to look at the one who was next to him; a hand resting on his leg and the other on his chest. The other had sat up and was looking down at him; his head looking down at the younger man.
“Pi, what are you doing up?” he mumbled, turning his head to bury his head in the other’s chest in an attempt to escape the heat the sunshine was radiating. He heard, felt, the other let out a rumbling laugh and an arm gave him a soft hug.
When the other finally stopped laughing and sobered up, the arm tightened its hug and he could feel the other stiffen up. “Massu, I want to tell you three words.”
Massu could feel his heart speed up and his cheeks become red and become dizzy from the excitement, “I love you?” He took a guess, biting his lips anxiously.
Pi didn’t laugh though, his face being unusually serious when Massu peeked a look. “No. I’m not cliché, you know.”
Massu tried not to laugh at Pi’s seriousness, “I lovest you?”
This time Pi seemed to lose his seriousness, a flush creeping its way to his cheeks. “Damnit,” he paused after the curse, “I am yours.”
And then Pi had leaned down and captured Massu’s supple lips in his perfect lips, making Massu moan in bliss. Pi pulled away after that, smiling his perfect smile again, and his right hand gripping Massu’s quite tenderly.
“I…love you too.” And then Pi and Massu were kissing again, hands held together, legs pressed upon each other, naked skin on naked skin, and basically, they were together.
The sunshine beamed down on them and the smell of still wet grass drifted past, but it didn’t matter anymore, because Massu had found his answer.
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Without you by my side, I’m nothing,
But with you here I feel like something.
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Fin~
A/N: All the little italicized quotes are from me :]
Happy Belated Hearts Day everyone!!! :DDD
Hope you enjoyed this XD
I fell in love with writing this style xDDD
And even though Massupi is like never written >< I still think they’re a really cute couple :\ I might write more in the future xD.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed reading it! :]
Pairing: Massupi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these pretty Japanese boys
Summary: Massu's together with a certain somone, but isn’t sure why or if this person even loves him. But he stays with him and on Valentine’s, he finally gets his answer.
A/N: written for
sisi_tbecause she’s awesome like that :D and she wrote an awesome fic for me!!!
And this is the real V-day fic xDDD!
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“Rain…on Valentine’s?” Massu mused, chewing absent-mindly on a [long ago eaten] takoyaki’s toothpick. His cold fingers grip tighter around his arms and he rubbed them up and down in an attempt to get warm.
An arm slung around him, “I’ll walk you home.” The red-clothed arm radiated warmth and a head is pressed into his shoulder.
He looked up, eyelashes fluttering, “Okay.” It had been two months since the two had started going out. He wasn’t sure where it was heading or what they were doing together…but for now, it was enough.
-----
I don’t know what to do when you’re like this.
-----
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They had no umbrella, the other have being stupid enough to suggest walking together outside through the rain and on Valentine’s Day, no less. It was cold, they were soaked, and the frigid air wasn’t helping much either. But the certain way the other was flushed up against him, and the way they were walking, made him warm and fuzzy inside, even though it was colder than fifty degrees outside.
A soft sigh shook him out of his stupor; he looked up, “Cold?” The word slipped out of his mouth and he snuggled closer to the other, arm resting in the crook of the other’s elbow and his head pressed quite comfortably against the other’s leather-clad chest. He felt the other shake his head and then soft lips pursed into a certain shape was pressed against his cold, frosty cheek.
He blushed; and the very place that was kissed was quite warm, warmer than other areas.
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Don’t tease me like this.
-----
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The cold, dusty February wind swirled around them, embracing the two singers. The rain had stopped awhile ago, but the two were still soaked thoroughly; Massu’s damp hair hanging down in his black eyes and his mouth slightly curled down into a pout. His supple cherry-kissed lips were a slight blue color and his eyes looked like they were strained to stay open.
But still, the boy tried to stay awake, even though his body hurt all over, and all he wanted to do was curl up in the other’s arms and sleep the whole day away. But it was Valentine’s Day and it held promises of a fun and romantic night for couples; so he still tried to fight unconsciousness; a frigid, tinged with red, hand fisting in the other’s clothes.
“Massu…go to sleep, I’ll carry you back.” Warm, red-clothed arms wrapped around him, and he could feel the other’s breath gently tickling his exposed neck. His red scarf had become loose, favoring to linger over his shoulder and dragging down onto the wet floor. He felt the other smile against his neck and then his fabricated scarf was being tugged upward and wrapped around the two’s necks.
“It’s okay,” he responded weakly, but contrary to his words, he nuzzled deeper into the other’s chest, closing his eyes against it.
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Why do you treat me like this? Like you actually care…about me…
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A gentle shake woke him; warm, gloved hands clutching on his own two arms, and a smell of pasta drifting past his nostrils. He woke with a jerk even with the gentle shaking, almost banging his still-damp forehead against the other’s head. The other merely gave a smile and a slight shake of his head at the other’s antics before slowly leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against the other’s cheek.
He mumbled the other’s name unconsciously, his shirt falling quite unceremoniously off his left shoulder, and his lips curled into a pout. He tried to sit up, but the other had climbed on top of him, cramping his legs and thighs, smiling his perfect smile with perfect teeth.
The other didn’t answer him; preferring to press a soft, warm kiss against the other’s still pouting lips. Massu let out a soft frightened gasp, his un-clothed hands flailing and clutching vainly at the other to stop him.
After a few precious, blissful moments, the other had pulled away, pulling up Massu’s shirt sleeve as he did. Smiling his perfect smile once again, the man let out a few notes of laughter, “Do you want some pasta, Massu?”
There was a few seconds before he could gather up his breath to answer the other; after all it wasn’t unusual for the other to make out with him then pull away to offer different things than sex. He was used to this, it was just the way the other was, and it was the things that he did was what Massu loved, not his looks, his perfection, his singing…
“Pasta!” he cried quite excitedly when he finally realized the meaning of the other’s words, sitting up quite easily in his haste and excitement. “Did you cook it?” He gripped the other’s hand tightly, a soft smile making its way to his face. He had always loved the other’s pasta; it tasted delicious, full of all kinds of flavors, tasting like home, love, and another thing he couldn’t name.
“Yeah, let’s go eat.” The other man said, smiling at the other’s childish excitement. Soon the two were sitting down at Massu’s apartment dining table, which was covered with a plaid red and white tablecloth, telling of things that was long forgotten and things that were to come: a homecoming present from the man that was with him now.
The pasta was a golden color, splattered with spaghetti sauce, and gathered into a white flowered lining bowl. It was surrounded by two smaller bowls of the same design a fork and a napkin on each side of the bowl. They had a Valentine’s dinner together, Massu gripping the other’s tanned hand during the dinner, and the other laughing and teasing and talking about the certain stupid things that their band-members had done.
And before he knew it, the two were having sex together on Massu’s white, clean bed, Massu vainly trying to stop the other from getting too far, but in the end the two were having kinky foreplay that eventually ended in sweet, tender lovemaking.
They fell asleep together; naked skin upon naked skin, the other’s leg pressed in-between Massu’s own two, and Massu’s head resting on the crook of the other’s neck.
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Do you love me…Yamashita Tomohisa?
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He woke to the light chirping of the morning birds, the sunshine rays beaming down on him, and the smell of still damp grass; they had left the window open in an attempt to get fresh air in Massu’s single apartment room. He blinked into the harsh sunlight, his lips curled into a small pout and his eyes creasing as he tried to open them.
“Massu?” He jumped at the mumbled call and he turned to look at the one who was next to him; a hand resting on his leg and the other on his chest. The other had sat up and was looking down at him; his head looking down at the younger man.
“Pi, what are you doing up?” he mumbled, turning his head to bury his head in the other’s chest in an attempt to escape the heat the sunshine was radiating. He heard, felt, the other let out a rumbling laugh and an arm gave him a soft hug.
When the other finally stopped laughing and sobered up, the arm tightened its hug and he could feel the other stiffen up. “Massu, I want to tell you three words.”
Massu could feel his heart speed up and his cheeks become red and become dizzy from the excitement, “I love you?” He took a guess, biting his lips anxiously.
Pi didn’t laugh though, his face being unusually serious when Massu peeked a look. “No. I’m not cliché, you know.”
Massu tried not to laugh at Pi’s seriousness, “I lovest you?”
This time Pi seemed to lose his seriousness, a flush creeping its way to his cheeks. “Damnit,” he paused after the curse, “I am yours.”
And then Pi had leaned down and captured Massu’s supple lips in his perfect lips, making Massu moan in bliss. Pi pulled away after that, smiling his perfect smile again, and his right hand gripping Massu’s quite tenderly.
“I…love you too.” And then Pi and Massu were kissing again, hands held together, legs pressed upon each other, naked skin on naked skin, and basically, they were together.
The sunshine beamed down on them and the smell of still wet grass drifted past, but it didn’t matter anymore, because Massu had found his answer.
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Without you by my side, I’m nothing,
But with you here I feel like something.
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Fin~
A/N: All the little italicized quotes are from me :]
Happy Belated Hearts Day everyone!!! :DDD
Hope you enjoyed this XD
I fell in love with writing this style xDDD
And even though Massupi is like never written >< I still think they’re a really cute couple :\ I might write more in the future xD.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed reading it! :]