Fiction - JE - Mine - Oneshot
Title: Mine
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Someone
Summary: It’s been two years since he came back from LA, yet the events from back then still haunt Jin. Now he suspects that someone is stalking him. Is he right? What will happen if he is?
Warnings: psychological, angst, bondage, masturbation, sex in public place, paranoia :D
Notes: For ironic_sun for the je_squickfic challenge. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Sorry this is late guys.
Ever since his return, Jin has had this sense that he was being watched. Watched by his friends, his family, his fellow band mates, the Jimusho, even his fans. His disappearance the previous year for six months had been alarming to everyone, and sudden. Most still didn’t believe the reason the Jimusho gave for his leave of absence.
It was true that when he came back, his English had vastly improved. But that couldn’t put aside all the rumors of the days and nights of partying and fooling around. To hear the rumor mill, all he did was party for six months, and the money he’d taken was used for nothing but alcohol and drugs.
Despite all that, however, he was glad that those who still believed in him stood by him throughout the whole thing. His nightly calls to Yamapi had been one of the things that kept his “exile” bearable. Even now, almost two years later, he was sure that his best friend had no idea why he’d left.
All this came to his mind, creating a disturbed sensation in the back of his mind. Once, he and Kame had been closer. Closer than close, actually. They’d been friends, comrades, band mates…lovers. But all of that seemed to be a lifetime ago. So much had happened between them, not all of it good. Jin had to admit that a good deal of the trouble had been him. Even now, when he thought of it, he had to cringe.
He’d been so jealous of the whole Shuji to Akira thing. First Kame was ‘debuting” with Yamapi first, rather than with KAT-TUN. Then the two seemed to become closer to one another. (How close? He never was quite sure about that. Especially since, as far as he could tell, Yamapi was straight.) His jealousy over what he perceived to be true almost cost him one of the oldest friendships he had. Luckily for Jin, Yamapi wasn’t the type to hold a grudge, not like Ryo. Jin was relatively sure that if it had been Ryo, they’d been picking up pieces of him off the floor.
Taking a deep breath, Jin glanced at his watch. It was after two a.m., on a Saturday night. The streets should be bustling with activity, but they weren’t, for some strange reason. Looking up, he noted that he was alone on the street; there was no soul in sight. Yet, despite that, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. As if he were being watched.
But that was crazy! The street was deserted.
Shrugging these thoughts away, Jin glanced up. It was close to two in the morning, and the stars still hadn’t come out, or at least it seemed that way to him. The darkness seemed to press in on him, making him near to suffocation. He soon found himself on another deserted street, nothing around and no shops open at this time of night. He knew this area well; there was an underground club nearby that he and his friends like to frequent quite often.
Jin stopped at a corner, feeling the unease increase. Looking back, he noticed a dark, shadowy figure. The figure was just standing there, making no movements. The person was dressed all in black, with a long coat and fedora hat, the brim pulled down low over the person’s face.
Something about the way the other person stood there, motionless, unnerved Jin. Whoever this guy was, Jin didn’t like him. Turning away from the stranger, he made a beeline for the underground club that he knew was nearby. He wasn’t even in the mood to go clubbing; anywhere that the stranger wasn’t was good enough for him.
The bouncer at the club gave Jin a curious look, but let him in without any problems. Usually he didn’t frequent this particular club without his friends, but today was definitely an exception. Once inside, the loud music drowned out everything, so if the mysterious stranger had followed him, Jin wouldn’t know it.
It just so happened that the stranger did, in fact, follow Jin inside. He had no problems getting in, anymore than Jin had. The stranger was given a mask, which he put on immediately upon entering. He’d noted that Jin had rushed in so fast; he’d neglected to get his own mask. The club was having a special “theme” that night: Masquerade.
With the mask firmly in place, the mysterious man glided among the other guests, many wondered who this graceful person could be. It wasn’t unheard of for women to dress as men, so it could be anyone. But the stranger only had eyes for one: Jin. The now masked stranger moved effortlessly through the room, slipping in-between dancers. A few tried to get him to join in, but he shrugged them off, his gaze never leaving the escaping figure of his prey.
The “prey” was currently sidestepping a pair of PVC clad dominatrix’s as he sought the back of the club, and the sanctuary it provided. Jin had that sensation of being followed again. Yet, whenever he would look back or around, all he would see was shadows. Unnerved even more than he had been on the street, he didn’t even notice the stranger who had been following him, as he headed into the VIP room in the back of the club.
Pleased that Jin seemed to be following his desires, the stranger pulled his coat closer to his body, following after. He gave the attendant in front a monetary “incentive” to keep anyone else out of the room.
Jin whirled around at the sound of the door closing behind him. At the sight of the masked stranger, he felt the room darken and the temperature drop. He was certain it was just his imagination, but the changes felt so very real to him. “What do you want? Why are you following me?” His questions were more like demands.
But his demands were only met with silence. The darkness of the room seemed to surround the stranger. He gave Jin a long look, his lithe form circling Jin, as if he was looking over a piece of meat to buy. And that’s exactly how Jin felt, watching the stranger move around him. Unable to move, he felt powerless in the presence of this man. Or he assumed it was a man; with the mask, hat and coat, it was very difficult to discern.
“Answer me!” But Jin’s insistent demands were met with continued silence. He jumped suddenly, backing up when he felt a hand run down his back. “Stay away from me!”
But it didn’t appear the other had any intention of leaving Jin alone. Despite the oddness of the encounter, Jin shivered when the other smiled. There was something strangely familiar about this person. What could it be though? And why were they here?
The answer soon came apparent to him. The stranger’s eyes locked with Jin’s, the brown of the other man’s eyes deep and clear; it was like gazing into the other man’s soul. He wasn’t sure what he saw there, only that it frightened and excited him, all at the same time.
What are you thinking, Akanishi! You’re getting turned on by some asshole you don’t even know! He hated the fact that so many called him a whore, yet, here he was, acting like one.
He gave a mewed cry, his eyes wide in disbelief. The masked man had gone a step further, moving flush against Jin, his hand gripping Jin’s cock through his pants. A muffled moan escaped him, and Jin instantly hated himself for giving even that much away.
He kept telling himself this, even after the stranger locked his teeth over Jin’s earlobe, biting. He didn’t want this…but if that were true, why didn’t he push the man away? This guy wasn’t really frightening. It was more of the circumstances of their meeting than the man himself. On the contrary, he felt very safe in this man’s presence. None of this sat right with him and he decided to get out of their immediately.
Only the stranger had other ideas. Still gripping him through Jin’s pants, he pushed the KAT-TUN singer against the wall roughly, almost painfully. Another cry threatened to escape, but the stranger silenced it with a kiss.
But not just any kiss. It was reminiscent of ones from long past. The softness of the lips, the tantalizing flavor of cinnamon lip balm. The way his lips would part ever so slowly, brushing against Jin’s in a teasing caress. As if they knew the softness against Jin’s own lips was maddening. He wasn’t the begging sort, but this…god. The other knew how to play Jin’s emotions, and sensitive spots to perfection. They were all known to this man, Jin was certain of it.
The exhilarating feeling of lips against his; of a soft tongue brushing against his lips, as if asking for admittance, but knowing it won’t be denied. Jin opened his mouth so whisper a name, hoping against hope that it was true. But before he could utter a sound, lips intent on pushing all thought from his mind invaded, silencing any attempts at speech, as well as thought.
Jin groaned, matching the passion behind the other’s kiss with that of his own. He wanted to acknowledge this person, needing this person’s identity confirmed, but the stranger obviously had other plans. Jin’s groan soon turned into a grunt, his back protesting the abuse of being shoved against the metal bars, he only vaguely heard the motors kick into place behind him.
And that was when he remembered why he wouldn’t come to this club alone. It wasn’t an ordinary club; but a BDSM club. The VIP room was one of the few rooms that had a cage attached to one of the walls. Once activated, the cage would close on the participants, then extend on some servo motors to dangle thirty meters in the air above the dance floor. He’d always wanted to try it, but all of his friends had refused.
The cage closed on the pair and off they went. A momentary sense of panic took over, but it was quickly squashed. The stranger’s hand continued to move over Jin, making him even harder if it was possible. He gasped, his head falling back. It was so bad, yet felt so good. He could feel the spotlight move onto them and he knew everyone in the place could see them together.
Jin knew he should feel ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he felt…sinful. Feeling incredibly erotic, he pressed himself against the other man, moving his hips in time to the music.
He was satisfied to hear a low groan from the other man. At least he still had it, he was glad to see. Or he thought he did until he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. Then realized it was HIS zipper.
Oh shit. He’d thought he’d had the upper hand, but the man behind him had just proven that he was wrong in every way. But the surprises didn’t end there. A soft hand gripped his own, placing it around his already hard cock. The sensation of his cold fingers wrapped around his hot cock made him gasp. Involuntarily, he moved his hand over his length, groaning in pleasure.
The stranger’s hand guided Jin’s, forcing him to move faster. Gasping for air, Jin shuddered against the stranger, even as he felt the other man preparing him from behind. Oh god. Shaking, he gave cry, the stranger timing his penetration at the same moment of his orgasm. Closing his eyes, his hands wrapped around the bars of the cage, holding on as he was pounded into from behind. Not much preparation and the angle made it hurt, but he wasn’t called M for nothing.
The pain was excruciating at first, but the angle shifted and god, it was pure heaven. He opened his eyes, not really seeing the people below as he was fucked from behind for the entire world to see. It didn’t take long and he came again, this time whispering a name from his lips.
The stranger nuzzled his neck and he could feel that the mask was gone. A bite to his neck, marking him, made him smile. “Kazu.”
Kamenashi Kazuya pulled back from his band mate, his eyes enigmatic as he pulled the rope that would bring a curtain around the cage. “Mine.” He knew he didn’t have to say anything more than that to Jin. He would understand the meaning.
And he did. Kame was a dark figure in his life, one with great passions and even greater opinions. He’d been angry at Jin for a very long time for leaving. This was his way of saying that Jin was his, no one else could touch him and that there would be serious consequences to be had if he ever dared to leave again.
“Let’s go home.” Kame helped Jin get his pants back on before taking his hand and leading him out once the cage returned to the VIP room. Kame wasn’t the most romantic sort, but he knew just what Jin liked and he knew the same about his friend. No. Not friends anymore. Lovers. The way it should be.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jin/Someone
Summary: It’s been two years since he came back from LA, yet the events from back then still haunt Jin. Now he suspects that someone is stalking him. Is he right? What will happen if he is?
Warnings: psychological, angst, bondage, masturbation, sex in public place, paranoia :D
Notes: For ironic_sun for the je_squickfic challenge. I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Sorry this is late guys.
Ever since his return, Jin has had this sense that he was being watched. Watched by his friends, his family, his fellow band mates, the Jimusho, even his fans. His disappearance the previous year for six months had been alarming to everyone, and sudden. Most still didn’t believe the reason the Jimusho gave for his leave of absence.
It was true that when he came back, his English had vastly improved. But that couldn’t put aside all the rumors of the days and nights of partying and fooling around. To hear the rumor mill, all he did was party for six months, and the money he’d taken was used for nothing but alcohol and drugs.
Despite all that, however, he was glad that those who still believed in him stood by him throughout the whole thing. His nightly calls to Yamapi had been one of the things that kept his “exile” bearable. Even now, almost two years later, he was sure that his best friend had no idea why he’d left.
All this came to his mind, creating a disturbed sensation in the back of his mind. Once, he and Kame had been closer. Closer than close, actually. They’d been friends, comrades, band mates…lovers. But all of that seemed to be a lifetime ago. So much had happened between them, not all of it good. Jin had to admit that a good deal of the trouble had been him. Even now, when he thought of it, he had to cringe.
He’d been so jealous of the whole Shuji to Akira thing. First Kame was ‘debuting” with Yamapi first, rather than with KAT-TUN. Then the two seemed to become closer to one another. (How close? He never was quite sure about that. Especially since, as far as he could tell, Yamapi was straight.) His jealousy over what he perceived to be true almost cost him one of the oldest friendships he had. Luckily for Jin, Yamapi wasn’t the type to hold a grudge, not like Ryo. Jin was relatively sure that if it had been Ryo, they’d been picking up pieces of him off the floor.
Taking a deep breath, Jin glanced at his watch. It was after two a.m., on a Saturday night. The streets should be bustling with activity, but they weren’t, for some strange reason. Looking up, he noted that he was alone on the street; there was no soul in sight. Yet, despite that, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. As if he were being watched.
But that was crazy! The street was deserted.
Shrugging these thoughts away, Jin glanced up. It was close to two in the morning, and the stars still hadn’t come out, or at least it seemed that way to him. The darkness seemed to press in on him, making him near to suffocation. He soon found himself on another deserted street, nothing around and no shops open at this time of night. He knew this area well; there was an underground club nearby that he and his friends like to frequent quite often.
Jin stopped at a corner, feeling the unease increase. Looking back, he noticed a dark, shadowy figure. The figure was just standing there, making no movements. The person was dressed all in black, with a long coat and fedora hat, the brim pulled down low over the person’s face.
Something about the way the other person stood there, motionless, unnerved Jin. Whoever this guy was, Jin didn’t like him. Turning away from the stranger, he made a beeline for the underground club that he knew was nearby. He wasn’t even in the mood to go clubbing; anywhere that the stranger wasn’t was good enough for him.
The bouncer at the club gave Jin a curious look, but let him in without any problems. Usually he didn’t frequent this particular club without his friends, but today was definitely an exception. Once inside, the loud music drowned out everything, so if the mysterious stranger had followed him, Jin wouldn’t know it.
It just so happened that the stranger did, in fact, follow Jin inside. He had no problems getting in, anymore than Jin had. The stranger was given a mask, which he put on immediately upon entering. He’d noted that Jin had rushed in so fast; he’d neglected to get his own mask. The club was having a special “theme” that night: Masquerade.
With the mask firmly in place, the mysterious man glided among the other guests, many wondered who this graceful person could be. It wasn’t unheard of for women to dress as men, so it could be anyone. But the stranger only had eyes for one: Jin. The now masked stranger moved effortlessly through the room, slipping in-between dancers. A few tried to get him to join in, but he shrugged them off, his gaze never leaving the escaping figure of his prey.
The “prey” was currently sidestepping a pair of PVC clad dominatrix’s as he sought the back of the club, and the sanctuary it provided. Jin had that sensation of being followed again. Yet, whenever he would look back or around, all he would see was shadows. Unnerved even more than he had been on the street, he didn’t even notice the stranger who had been following him, as he headed into the VIP room in the back of the club.
Pleased that Jin seemed to be following his desires, the stranger pulled his coat closer to his body, following after. He gave the attendant in front a monetary “incentive” to keep anyone else out of the room.
Jin whirled around at the sound of the door closing behind him. At the sight of the masked stranger, he felt the room darken and the temperature drop. He was certain it was just his imagination, but the changes felt so very real to him. “What do you want? Why are you following me?” His questions were more like demands.
But his demands were only met with silence. The darkness of the room seemed to surround the stranger. He gave Jin a long look, his lithe form circling Jin, as if he was looking over a piece of meat to buy. And that’s exactly how Jin felt, watching the stranger move around him. Unable to move, he felt powerless in the presence of this man. Or he assumed it was a man; with the mask, hat and coat, it was very difficult to discern.
“Answer me!” But Jin’s insistent demands were met with continued silence. He jumped suddenly, backing up when he felt a hand run down his back. “Stay away from me!”
But it didn’t appear the other had any intention of leaving Jin alone. Despite the oddness of the encounter, Jin shivered when the other smiled. There was something strangely familiar about this person. What could it be though? And why were they here?
The answer soon came apparent to him. The stranger’s eyes locked with Jin’s, the brown of the other man’s eyes deep and clear; it was like gazing into the other man’s soul. He wasn’t sure what he saw there, only that it frightened and excited him, all at the same time.
What are you thinking, Akanishi! You’re getting turned on by some asshole you don’t even know! He hated the fact that so many called him a whore, yet, here he was, acting like one.
He gave a mewed cry, his eyes wide in disbelief. The masked man had gone a step further, moving flush against Jin, his hand gripping Jin’s cock through his pants. A muffled moan escaped him, and Jin instantly hated himself for giving even that much away.
He kept telling himself this, even after the stranger locked his teeth over Jin’s earlobe, biting. He didn’t want this…but if that were true, why didn’t he push the man away? This guy wasn’t really frightening. It was more of the circumstances of their meeting than the man himself. On the contrary, he felt very safe in this man’s presence. None of this sat right with him and he decided to get out of their immediately.
Only the stranger had other ideas. Still gripping him through Jin’s pants, he pushed the KAT-TUN singer against the wall roughly, almost painfully. Another cry threatened to escape, but the stranger silenced it with a kiss.
But not just any kiss. It was reminiscent of ones from long past. The softness of the lips, the tantalizing flavor of cinnamon lip balm. The way his lips would part ever so slowly, brushing against Jin’s in a teasing caress. As if they knew the softness against Jin’s own lips was maddening. He wasn’t the begging sort, but this…god. The other knew how to play Jin’s emotions, and sensitive spots to perfection. They were all known to this man, Jin was certain of it.
The exhilarating feeling of lips against his; of a soft tongue brushing against his lips, as if asking for admittance, but knowing it won’t be denied. Jin opened his mouth so whisper a name, hoping against hope that it was true. But before he could utter a sound, lips intent on pushing all thought from his mind invaded, silencing any attempts at speech, as well as thought.
Jin groaned, matching the passion behind the other’s kiss with that of his own. He wanted to acknowledge this person, needing this person’s identity confirmed, but the stranger obviously had other plans. Jin’s groan soon turned into a grunt, his back protesting the abuse of being shoved against the metal bars, he only vaguely heard the motors kick into place behind him.
And that was when he remembered why he wouldn’t come to this club alone. It wasn’t an ordinary club; but a BDSM club. The VIP room was one of the few rooms that had a cage attached to one of the walls. Once activated, the cage would close on the participants, then extend on some servo motors to dangle thirty meters in the air above the dance floor. He’d always wanted to try it, but all of his friends had refused.
The cage closed on the pair and off they went. A momentary sense of panic took over, but it was quickly squashed. The stranger’s hand continued to move over Jin, making him even harder if it was possible. He gasped, his head falling back. It was so bad, yet felt so good. He could feel the spotlight move onto them and he knew everyone in the place could see them together.
Jin knew he should feel ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he felt…sinful. Feeling incredibly erotic, he pressed himself against the other man, moving his hips in time to the music.
He was satisfied to hear a low groan from the other man. At least he still had it, he was glad to see. Or he thought he did until he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. Then realized it was HIS zipper.
Oh shit. He’d thought he’d had the upper hand, but the man behind him had just proven that he was wrong in every way. But the surprises didn’t end there. A soft hand gripped his own, placing it around his already hard cock. The sensation of his cold fingers wrapped around his hot cock made him gasp. Involuntarily, he moved his hand over his length, groaning in pleasure.
The stranger’s hand guided Jin’s, forcing him to move faster. Gasping for air, Jin shuddered against the stranger, even as he felt the other man preparing him from behind. Oh god. Shaking, he gave cry, the stranger timing his penetration at the same moment of his orgasm. Closing his eyes, his hands wrapped around the bars of the cage, holding on as he was pounded into from behind. Not much preparation and the angle made it hurt, but he wasn’t called M for nothing.
The pain was excruciating at first, but the angle shifted and god, it was pure heaven. He opened his eyes, not really seeing the people below as he was fucked from behind for the entire world to see. It didn’t take long and he came again, this time whispering a name from his lips.
The stranger nuzzled his neck and he could feel that the mask was gone. A bite to his neck, marking him, made him smile. “Kazu.”
Kamenashi Kazuya pulled back from his band mate, his eyes enigmatic as he pulled the rope that would bring a curtain around the cage. “Mine.” He knew he didn’t have to say anything more than that to Jin. He would understand the meaning.
And he did. Kame was a dark figure in his life, one with great passions and even greater opinions. He’d been angry at Jin for a very long time for leaving. This was his way of saying that Jin was his, no one else could touch him and that there would be serious consequences to be had if he ever dared to leave again.
“Let’s go home.” Kame helped Jin get his pants back on before taking his hand and leading him out once the cage returned to the VIP room. Kame wasn’t the most romantic sort, but he knew just what Jin liked and he knew the same about his friend. No. Not friends anymore. Lovers. The way it should be.