Tokyo Illusion * one-shot*
Tokyo never looked more beautiful than it looked that day. The sky was clear as crystal and all the stars could be perfectly seen from any place. From a classy restaurant where all the high class people eat, from a simple soba stand that smelled so enchanting, from a hill or even from the window of any classroom in any high school in the city. It must have looked just as beautiful from any company window or the small shops in town, even from the great ShibuyaShopping Center. It sure looked beautiful when accompanied by the tall and sparkling TokyoTower.
It felt like that. He felt it. He could swear that night was perfect from almost all points of view. Even as people walked pass him and didn’t turn around not even to look who they bump into. Even as thousands of people continued their robotic walk home or got more engulfed in their shopping frenzy. It just felt as if nothing else could have made it better.
And despite the fact he was all alone, sitting on one of the hundreds of benches in the same city, despite not having any friends around at the moment and trying to figure out what he could do next, even he felt perfect. He didn’t need anything at that moment. No people, no things, not even emotions. Emotions he had because he felt mesmerized and trapped by the beautiful view that stretched from every side he might look at.
He took another smoke from the now finished cigar, threw it in a trash bin he saw next to him and stood up. He snuggled while standing up, feeling the rather cold breeze that relaxed all his cells. His black jacket wasn’t warm enough and his jeans probably were not the best choice as he decided to take a walk because of the holes close to the knee but that was their design and he made peace with the idea. It was probably a bit too chilly.
He took one more glance at the sky and then made his first step away from the bench, smiling.
He just walked and just as many others did, too preoccupied by their own problems, he ended up bumping into someone as well. He just looked up, ready to apologize when he encountered the most beautiful pair of black eyes and a pair of perfect lips. He took a better look and realized that person was not alone. His style was a bit different than his, with his hair tied up in a tail, sunglasses even thought it was night, a pair of baggy jeans with the same design, naturally with holes, and the now in fashion UGG’s that even he loved wearing. His friends looked more normal. Dressed up pretty common for people their age.
He apologized or at least he thought he did. Somehow, the entire atmosphere made it impossible for him to even hear his own thoughts. He probably apologized since the other just smiled at him and quickly turned around and then back at him. He felt his hand being grabbed and his body being pulled with the three people group, but this time as well, he wasn’t really sure if he refused or simply nodded in agreement.
They stopped, they stopped only when they reached the entrance of a club. They were trying to get in the club and they managed to make their way around the front guard as if they were friends for a life time.
Probably every night they went clubbing or at least that was the impression that he got when looking around. Everyone knew the three guys who just made their way to the VIP room, dragging him along while ordering drinks.
He just joined them. He joined them because the night was perfect and nothing could have ruined it. He joined them simply because it felt the most natural thing to do. It felt natural, he felt part of it, part of anything the strangers had and anything they did.
Even as he never used to drink alcohol, not more than two beers anyway, he found himself joining a drinking contest where each of them gulped down glasses of tequila and then had to say a silly sentence. For the stranger he bumped into it seemed so normal, so fitting. Silly things suited him just as much as the clothes did, just as much as the cute look on his face or his cool attitude to the other people around there.
He just let himself be taken away by the circumstances. He let himself be laughed at and laughed back every time the stranger said something and the friends teased him because of it. He felt good while hearing the music despite it being so loud and thankful he could still hear the other although it made his head hurt a bit.
He was just as content, happy even, when they got out of the place and went each their own way. How did he en up walking next to the same stranger he bumped into? He still couldn’t remember saying anything or being told anything, or at least he couldn’t remember the actual words. He was speaking, speaking so happily that the other kept smiling the entire time and sometimes even laughed at his words.
He felt happy as both carried a conversation that wasn’t based on words. If it would have been like that, he would have remembered what he said but he wasn’t focusing at that. It was a night where no words had room despite them being told.
He let himself be taken away once more as the stranger stopped as soon as they took the corner and pressed his lips on him.
He felt his body closing in to the cold wall behind him and then getting glued to it as he felt that strong body getting closer and closer to his. He just closed his eyes and opened his mouth a bit more as those full and sweet lips captured his. A playful tongue made its way inside his mouth, exploring it and sucking his own, demanding for some response of any sort.
What was he doing? He was kissing back a complete stranger whose name he was sure he had heard at some point. He was hugging the other body while having his lips devoured. He was letting himself be touched. It continued feeling just as perfect.
A soft kiss ran down his neck and then on his clavicle while the same pair of hands rested on his waist. He could feel the warm touch at every skin contact and then the wetness of that tongue tracing a few of the lines on his collarbones. He obliged as those hands grabbed his hair and pulled his head back just so that the stranger could torture his neck even more. He was in a daze but reacting at the same time.
His own hands were surrounding the strong body, keeping it close while breath got thicker and thicker. He felt as if he gasped because he couldn’t hear the sound of small hot air circles that kept coming out of his mouth. His right hands traveled all the way down to the stranger’s zipper and brushed the surface of the material, trying to feel the length of the manhood who he knew was getting bigger as the guy got more aroused. He felt the same thing being done to himself as his lips were captured once more.
It happened so fast and yet he could tell every single movement.
The kiss kept growing more and more passionate as their tongues teased and sucked each other while their hands were pumping each other’s crotch. It felt good and it sure was since a shred of saliva almost escaped both their mouth when they stopped for a moment of air. It felt even better feeling his nipples twisted and rubbed by playful fingers while his own were lost somewhere in the hair of the stranger.
He then felt a door opening behind him and both got inside, continuing their game until they reached a bed and stumbled before falling on top of it.
Those sweet lips abandoned his and went in a straight line all the way to his manhood, leaving marks behind, and then he was being sucked and licked with the same intensity as before.
He felt aroused so he probably moaned. He probably even begged for more because that was the only way he could explain why the stranger suddenly spread his legs open and got even closer to his body. The position was probably uncomfortable and that was why he ended up on his knees, supporting himself on his elbows, while the stranger’s tongue teased his asshole and kept poking inside.
He might have even shouted in pleasure when he felt a finger make its way inside, pushing all the way, moving without any direction in the tight space.
As his skin was being bitten, he felt himself trembling, his entire body shivering and getting hotter, hotter than it ever was.
He was being completely filled by the stranger’s crotch and his sight got blurry. He was panting, huffing, shrieking at every thrust, as pleasure took over his body. As he raised his eyes to encounter the one’s of the stranger, he got a glimpse of the moon, just as dazzling as before, accompanied by hundreds of stars.
That night was indeed perfect.
An alarm clock woke him up. It was probably his fourth time having that dream. He would always have eat every time he would get lonely and miss the warmth of that body. He slowly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, washing off the pre-cum he felt on top of his crotch. That also happened every single time. His body reacted like that at every memory of that night when the sky was filled with stars.
Softly, he washed his face and looked into the mirror. He could see himself and, this time, even hear his own words.
Kamenashi Kazuya…, he called to the person he saw in the mirror, startling at the sound of his own voice. That night was close to an illusion. It could have been a dream. Something in the air of maybe something his drinking caused. A delirious thought he didn’t want to throw away.
Maybe it was an illusion. Tokyo One Night Illusion. That was a perfect name for the dream he just had.
It could have been a dream since he couldn’t recall even one word that he said despite clearly visioning his mouth and the stranger’s mouth opening and mimicking something.
He returned to his room, grabbing some clothes he found sitting around and started getting dressed when another sound made him flinch and look towards the night stand. It was his cell phone.
Just looking at the screen was enough to take all his concerns away and fill his mind with exact lines from the night he had just dreamed of. He just had to read what was written there to reassure himself that it wasn’t an illusion and it really happened. With it, came the stranger’s name and all the words he had spoken in his presence. A smile crossed his face and then a little blush. That wasn’t a stranger he dreamed of. It was Akanishi Jin, the one who would every morning send him an email full of emoticons.
And then he remembered. He always had that dream when he spent too much time apart from Jin. It would happen every time they couldn’t meet for a while.
Just as always, after being apart, he would dream of that night the day before they would meet again.
Yes, that dream was meant to reassure him that he wasn’t imagining it all and that it was real. What he had was real. It helped him keep more faith and wait for Jin. Wait even more.
He picked a new set of clothes, put them on and then looked once more at the screen before leaving the house.
“ Kazu, let’s have a date today. I miss you. I’ll wait at the same place”
Yes. It wasn’t just a Tokyo One Night Illusion and Jin wasn’t just a stranger. The one who hold him so dear in that teasing dream was none other than his boyfriend.
Kamenashi Kazuya, he thought while looking in the window of the car that pulled right next to him. The window slid down right then and he smiled.
Akanishi Jin, he thought again, happy, as a soft kiss was placed on his lips and his boyfriend hugged him tight.
Both of them were real.
A/N I got inspired while listening to Lucifer's : Tokyo Illusion.
hope you like what I came up with.
It felt like that. He felt it. He could swear that night was perfect from almost all points of view. Even as people walked pass him and didn’t turn around not even to look who they bump into. Even as thousands of people continued their robotic walk home or got more engulfed in their shopping frenzy. It just felt as if nothing else could have made it better.
And despite the fact he was all alone, sitting on one of the hundreds of benches in the same city, despite not having any friends around at the moment and trying to figure out what he could do next, even he felt perfect. He didn’t need anything at that moment. No people, no things, not even emotions. Emotions he had because he felt mesmerized and trapped by the beautiful view that stretched from every side he might look at.
He took another smoke from the now finished cigar, threw it in a trash bin he saw next to him and stood up. He snuggled while standing up, feeling the rather cold breeze that relaxed all his cells. His black jacket wasn’t warm enough and his jeans probably were not the best choice as he decided to take a walk because of the holes close to the knee but that was their design and he made peace with the idea. It was probably a bit too chilly.
He took one more glance at the sky and then made his first step away from the bench, smiling.
He just walked and just as many others did, too preoccupied by their own problems, he ended up bumping into someone as well. He just looked up, ready to apologize when he encountered the most beautiful pair of black eyes and a pair of perfect lips. He took a better look and realized that person was not alone. His style was a bit different than his, with his hair tied up in a tail, sunglasses even thought it was night, a pair of baggy jeans with the same design, naturally with holes, and the now in fashion UGG’s that even he loved wearing. His friends looked more normal. Dressed up pretty common for people their age.
He apologized or at least he thought he did. Somehow, the entire atmosphere made it impossible for him to even hear his own thoughts. He probably apologized since the other just smiled at him and quickly turned around and then back at him. He felt his hand being grabbed and his body being pulled with the three people group, but this time as well, he wasn’t really sure if he refused or simply nodded in agreement.
They stopped, they stopped only when they reached the entrance of a club. They were trying to get in the club and they managed to make their way around the front guard as if they were friends for a life time.
Probably every night they went clubbing or at least that was the impression that he got when looking around. Everyone knew the three guys who just made their way to the VIP room, dragging him along while ordering drinks.
He just joined them. He joined them because the night was perfect and nothing could have ruined it. He joined them simply because it felt the most natural thing to do. It felt natural, he felt part of it, part of anything the strangers had and anything they did.
Even as he never used to drink alcohol, not more than two beers anyway, he found himself joining a drinking contest where each of them gulped down glasses of tequila and then had to say a silly sentence. For the stranger he bumped into it seemed so normal, so fitting. Silly things suited him just as much as the clothes did, just as much as the cute look on his face or his cool attitude to the other people around there.
He just let himself be taken away by the circumstances. He let himself be laughed at and laughed back every time the stranger said something and the friends teased him because of it. He felt good while hearing the music despite it being so loud and thankful he could still hear the other although it made his head hurt a bit.
He was just as content, happy even, when they got out of the place and went each their own way. How did he en up walking next to the same stranger he bumped into? He still couldn’t remember saying anything or being told anything, or at least he couldn’t remember the actual words. He was speaking, speaking so happily that the other kept smiling the entire time and sometimes even laughed at his words.
He felt happy as both carried a conversation that wasn’t based on words. If it would have been like that, he would have remembered what he said but he wasn’t focusing at that. It was a night where no words had room despite them being told.
He let himself be taken away once more as the stranger stopped as soon as they took the corner and pressed his lips on him.
He felt his body closing in to the cold wall behind him and then getting glued to it as he felt that strong body getting closer and closer to his. He just closed his eyes and opened his mouth a bit more as those full and sweet lips captured his. A playful tongue made its way inside his mouth, exploring it and sucking his own, demanding for some response of any sort.
What was he doing? He was kissing back a complete stranger whose name he was sure he had heard at some point. He was hugging the other body while having his lips devoured. He was letting himself be touched. It continued feeling just as perfect.
A soft kiss ran down his neck and then on his clavicle while the same pair of hands rested on his waist. He could feel the warm touch at every skin contact and then the wetness of that tongue tracing a few of the lines on his collarbones. He obliged as those hands grabbed his hair and pulled his head back just so that the stranger could torture his neck even more. He was in a daze but reacting at the same time.
His own hands were surrounding the strong body, keeping it close while breath got thicker and thicker. He felt as if he gasped because he couldn’t hear the sound of small hot air circles that kept coming out of his mouth. His right hands traveled all the way down to the stranger’s zipper and brushed the surface of the material, trying to feel the length of the manhood who he knew was getting bigger as the guy got more aroused. He felt the same thing being done to himself as his lips were captured once more.
It happened so fast and yet he could tell every single movement.
The kiss kept growing more and more passionate as their tongues teased and sucked each other while their hands were pumping each other’s crotch. It felt good and it sure was since a shred of saliva almost escaped both their mouth when they stopped for a moment of air. It felt even better feeling his nipples twisted and rubbed by playful fingers while his own were lost somewhere in the hair of the stranger.
He then felt a door opening behind him and both got inside, continuing their game until they reached a bed and stumbled before falling on top of it.
Those sweet lips abandoned his and went in a straight line all the way to his manhood, leaving marks behind, and then he was being sucked and licked with the same intensity as before.
He felt aroused so he probably moaned. He probably even begged for more because that was the only way he could explain why the stranger suddenly spread his legs open and got even closer to his body. The position was probably uncomfortable and that was why he ended up on his knees, supporting himself on his elbows, while the stranger’s tongue teased his asshole and kept poking inside.
He might have even shouted in pleasure when he felt a finger make its way inside, pushing all the way, moving without any direction in the tight space.
As his skin was being bitten, he felt himself trembling, his entire body shivering and getting hotter, hotter than it ever was.
He was being completely filled by the stranger’s crotch and his sight got blurry. He was panting, huffing, shrieking at every thrust, as pleasure took over his body. As he raised his eyes to encounter the one’s of the stranger, he got a glimpse of the moon, just as dazzling as before, accompanied by hundreds of stars.
That night was indeed perfect.
An alarm clock woke him up. It was probably his fourth time having that dream. He would always have eat every time he would get lonely and miss the warmth of that body. He slowly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, washing off the pre-cum he felt on top of his crotch. That also happened every single time. His body reacted like that at every memory of that night when the sky was filled with stars.
Softly, he washed his face and looked into the mirror. He could see himself and, this time, even hear his own words.
Kamenashi Kazuya…, he called to the person he saw in the mirror, startling at the sound of his own voice. That night was close to an illusion. It could have been a dream. Something in the air of maybe something his drinking caused. A delirious thought he didn’t want to throw away.
Maybe it was an illusion. Tokyo One Night Illusion. That was a perfect name for the dream he just had.
It could have been a dream since he couldn’t recall even one word that he said despite clearly visioning his mouth and the stranger’s mouth opening and mimicking something.
He returned to his room, grabbing some clothes he found sitting around and started getting dressed when another sound made him flinch and look towards the night stand. It was his cell phone.
Just looking at the screen was enough to take all his concerns away and fill his mind with exact lines from the night he had just dreamed of. He just had to read what was written there to reassure himself that it wasn’t an illusion and it really happened. With it, came the stranger’s name and all the words he had spoken in his presence. A smile crossed his face and then a little blush. That wasn’t a stranger he dreamed of. It was Akanishi Jin, the one who would every morning send him an email full of emoticons.
And then he remembered. He always had that dream when he spent too much time apart from Jin. It would happen every time they couldn’t meet for a while.
Just as always, after being apart, he would dream of that night the day before they would meet again.
Yes, that dream was meant to reassure him that he wasn’t imagining it all and that it was real. What he had was real. It helped him keep more faith and wait for Jin. Wait even more.
He picked a new set of clothes, put them on and then looked once more at the screen before leaving the house.
“ Kazu, let’s have a date today. I miss you. I’ll wait at the same place”
Yes. It wasn’t just a Tokyo One Night Illusion and Jin wasn’t just a stranger. The one who hold him so dear in that teasing dream was none other than his boyfriend.
Kamenashi Kazuya, he thought while looking in the window of the car that pulled right next to him. The window slid down right then and he smiled.
Akanishi Jin, he thought again, happy, as a soft kiss was placed on his lips and his boyfriend hugged him tight.
Both of them were real.
A/N I got inspired while listening to Lucifer's : Tokyo Illusion.
hope you like what I came up with.