(Almost) Heroes 3: Lost and Found 1 (part 2)

[moon_catcher]

He probably shouldn’t have blurted his decision out just like he did. But what would have been the point of keeping it secret from Jin? Jin would have found out one way or another soon anyway. The school was almost over and then there would be no university for Kame. He wasn’t bothered by it, the change of plans about what would come next, and his parents were also supportive. Actually, his mom was already planning to become a regular guest. Knowing her and the circle of her closest friends, Kame would either become rich, or go bankrupt soon after opening his own place.

Jin did as he promised. Soon Kame was sitting at the table with a bowl of spicy noodles in front of him, and Jin sipping a can of soda watching him from across the room where he was leaning against the kitchen counter.

Kame didn’t like the silence between them.

Like this, he would have even preferred had the guys stayed a little longer. He ate a few bites, drank down a glass of water, because fuck, the food to spicy.

And then he had enough. He put the chopsticks down and sighed. “Jin, it’s just baseball.”

“You like baseball though. And you are good at it, too.”

“I’m good also at other things and you’ve never suggested me a career in that field.”

Jin’s glance hinted that it might be a bit too soon for this kind of jokes, but Kame brushed it off and didn’t care. They were talking about his future. There was no reason why Jin was the one acting the way he did. Like Kame had made a decision that concerned Jin more than anyone else. In fact, Jin should be fucking happy - who knew where a baseball career might have taken Kame someday. On the other hand, working at a café, or even owning one, would give Kame roots and a nice, settled life. A feeling of certainty.

“Moreover, I can still play baseball if I want to,” Kame smiled. He had already done a brief research. There were amateur teams that would accept him. “I just won’t make big money out of it.”

Jin gave himself a moment to look at Kame carefully, read his genuine face, and nodded. “You are not doing it because of me though, right? To make sure you would stay here in Tokyo with me and-”

“What?”

“Because even if you had to travel around, it would be okay. Shirota would take me anywhere, you know?”

Had such eventuality occur, Jin would be most likely indebted to Shirota for forever or two, but it would be still fine. Unlike Yamapi, Jin didn’t have the slightest problem with Yu’s power - if Yu wasn’t teleporting him to one of those islands in the middle of nowhere that weren’t even in maps. That would kind of suck, but even then Jin could always turn back time and make sure for Shirota not to do it.

“Jin.” With a sigh, Kame stood up and crossed the kitchen to get close to the other, imprisoning him between the counter and his body. He gave Jin a moment to focus and get used to the sudden shift of the situation. “I’ve thought about it a lot, and it’s the future I want. If you take us into the time five, six years from now, I know it’s what we will see. Me owning a café.” With only a little hesitation Kame raised a hand to place it on Jin’s cheek. “And coming home to you. It’s all I want. I’ve never been one to dream big.”

“You could though.”

“I know,” Kame nodded, considering his next words. “But I don’t want to. And you heard Yoko. The Destiny has been fulfilled.”

Jin unconsciously leaned into the touch, felt the cold of the ring Kame was wearing, the ring Jin had brought for the other and had given it to Kame after everything that had happened those few months ago. And despite Jin’s worries about the right timing, he couldn’t have found a better moment.

“It’s kind of scary, because it’s the first time when Yoko doesn’t see anything,” Jin mused, covered Kame’s hand with his own to hold it close.

“Yoko said it’s nothing unusual, don’t worry. Give Destiny time to find something new to throw under our feet.”

“That’s one damn encouragement,” Jin chuckled.

And his chuckle didn’t die out yet when Kame was leaning in and kissing him, lips against lips in a playful brush, tongue teasingly poking against his the moment Jin responded with partying his lips; he felt Kame’s smile, the corners of his mouth curling up in that mischievous way only Kame could pull out. Jin quickly answered each and every tease with one of his own.

Kissing Kame, or having Kame kissing him, was an addiction Jin had no intentions to get rid of.

“But you know what?” Jin rested his forehead against Kame’s, “no matter what Yoko eventually comes up with, we will get through.”

“Together,” Kame nodded, and then quickly pressed his lips to Jin’s again to prevent his mouth from spilling out more sap.

Their relationship had moved on during the last months. Settled in a nice, comfortable, and safe place, where both of them knew they were not just fooling around anymore. A death can open one’s eyes, and it had had indeed.

When Kame said ‘together’, or when he only thought about ‘together’, he did so fully aware that he wasn’t the only one thinking so.

Jin’s hands squeezed Kame’s ass, pulled his closer. “Hm, this is nice.”

“No regrets about ditching the guys?” Kame mumbled before playfully tugging at Jin’s bottom lip.

“Hardly,” Jin chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I deserve to be with you all alone for a while. I’ve been around them the whole week.” His lips moved to Kame’s ear and nipped at the earlobe. “Minus Yoko, he has been busy. I’ve only seen him for a moment when he dropped by the university to talk to Takizawa about…something.”

“Something?”

In fact, Kame was only a little curious about Yokoyama’s business with the university Student Council president. Most probably their talk had something to do with the anniversary of the opening of the school that happened to be in a couple of weeks; and Yoko was going to write about it in the newspaper.

Or it was something completely different, and he didn’t care anyway.

But he liked that he and Jin were just talking. About nothing important.

Kame tilted his head and enjoyed the feeling of Jin’s lips traveling down the side of his neck. “I don’t know,” a muffled mumble against Kame’s skin, “Takizawa is planning something big for the anniversary, and Yoko is probably helping in a way. Or they are helping each other… Do I look like I care?” Jin resumed more kissing and less talking - and least for a moment.

Kame’s skin tasted too good to pull away.

“Are you helping too?” Kame asked, running a hand through Jin’s hair.

Jin finally looked up. “Helping? Me?”

“I thought you were interested in that kind of stuff. The Student Council and…you know…” Already the tone of Kame’s voice was saying his words were merely a way to tease Jin, to ease the atmosphere of the afternoon a bit more. To move them from the unwanted talk they had started before. There was nothing much to talk about anyway. It’s been already decided after all.

For once Jin’s lack of ability to stay on topic was to Kame’s advantage.

Jin returned to Kame’s lips and bit the bottom one. “Not in the slightest. Takizawa can enjoy all the crap that comes along with that position as much as he wants to. I’m glad it’s him and not me.”

“Really?”

“I never thought there could be so much work and responsibility, and now with the whole anniversary thing, I wonder when the guy sleeps, if he does at all.”

“You would be perfect for the job then,” Kame smirked, giving Jin a meaningful look. “Your power would give you all the time you would want.”

“My power is here for better use than -”

“- than common good?”

Without the slightest hesitation, Jin nodded, looking like the question wasn’t even a question in the first place. More like a very clear statement. “Exactly.” He leaned forward for a kiss.

Kame kissed him back. It was hard to resist Jin’s kisses, and if there was someone able to stop and pull away once their lips touched Jin’s, it wasn’t Kame. - And he also hoped it was no one else as well, because Jin should be kissing only him.

“Like for example…?”

“Like for example me taking us back to when the door closed and we were left alone. Like for example to avoid the whole stupid future talk, because I am sorry and I didn’t mean to -”

“You didn’t do anything,” Kame shook his head. “I would have told you anyway.”

“Okay.”

Kame smiled. “Okay.”

“So, no time traveling?” Jin asked, making sure.

He would have never admitted it aloud, but sometimes he wished to have a power like Yamapi. To know what people around him were thinking. What Kame was thinking. Right now.

Jin didn’t want to mess this up. Not again.

The first weeks after his death and resurrection, he had felt Kame’s worry almost palpable around. Kame’s voice was the last Jin had heard before sleep and the first after waking up. Kame had either stayed overnight or had given him phone calls almost every hour. It was ridiculous… and kind of adorable - and when Jin had said that, Kame had smacked him and the calls had stopped. On the other hand, Jin had been instructed to let Kame know about anything suspicious or extraordinary happening around.

Nothing like that had occurred, of course.

Their lives had slipped back into the usual, sort of boring - well, ordinary - track. To his surprise, Jin didn’t mind it a half as much as he had been always dreading.

He used to love living his life a little on the edge, partying all night across the time, drinking too much and sleeping too little, messing around with girls, craving saving the world and winning a hot chick… only instead it seemed now that he had saved himself, not the world, and the once not-really-promised chick had turned out to be this hot and smart, and perfect, piece of a guy in his arms right now.

Jin had met his Destiny.

“Nope. No time traveling. Well, for now,” Kame winked.

“No time traveling?”

“For now.”

Jin faked a pout, but he was way too comfortable to argue about anything. He was leaning against the counter, most of Kame’s weight pressed against him, and Kame was warm and soft… and Jin’s parents were out of the city for the next two weeks.

“Wanna see my room?” Jin asked, raised an eyebrow…

… and they both started laughing, because the question sounded stupid and was not necessary at all. Jin could just grab Kame’s hand and pull him across the world, and Kame would follow him. Kame would always follow him.

And if Jin got lost, Kame would find him.

Kame pressed a hand against Jin’s chest and finally made an attempt to pull away from the embrace. “And if I say yes?”

“Then I can’t promise you will ever see the outside world again,” Jin said with a serious face.

“Is that a threat?”

Jin hooked a finger in the shirt Kame had previously buttoned up, and tugged to loosen the top button. “I would say a promise.”

“Well then…” Kame took Jin’s hand and gently tugged, guiding the other towards the bedroom where they had come from. The unfinished bowl of noodles and an empty glass were left lying on the table. “I guess that means we are really not joining the others later?”

“What? Do you want to spend the night dancing and making the best of your nice fake ID?”

Kame gave Jin a glance. “I’d rather stick to your threat-slash-promise.”

They made their way out of the kitchen and were halfway at the door of Jin’s bedroom. Kame was padding in front of Jin, squirming here and there as Jin’s hands never left his body, touching wherever Jin could reach without tripping over his own or Kame’s feet.

“Just…” Kame stopped and Jin walked right into him, sent them into a sway, and only Kame’s firm balance and Jin’s quick instinct to maneuver them against the nearest wall helped preventing a fall.

“Just what?”

“I can’t stay overnight,” Kame sighed. He knew his confession might completely change the mood again, maybe even kill it overall, even though neither his nor Jin’s body seemed to heed those words and their full meaning. Jin’s hips rolled against his, and Kame’s answered with a couple of slow, sensual thrusts. Still nothing to ignite a frenzy of stripping and clumsy blind stumbling inside the room, but already enough to give them both idea what might follow if they didn’t stop soon.

“Can’t?” Jin opened another button, noticing that Kame had messed up while buttoning the shirt up, missing one button and thus leaving room for Jin’s hand to slip inside and feel the smooth skin underneath.

Kame arched into the touch. “Sorry.”

“Sunday then?” Jin wasn’t one to be easily pushed away. “We will meet with the guys, then come here, and Ryo can drop you at school on the way to our morning classes on Monday. What do you think? I could help with homework.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Jin grinned.

It was difficult to refuse such offer, even more when Jin came with the best persuasive method, gentle nibbling at Kame’s earlobe. “Deal.” He took Jin’s face in his hand and found Jin’s lips for a proper kiss. “Now, can we finally move to your damn room so you could jump me, or are we staying here?” The word weren’t yet out of his mouth and his hands were already pushing inside the back of Jin’s pants, sliding down the molds of Jin’s ass.

He had been fucking horny since the moment he had materialized on Jin’s lap and felt Jin’s cock against his ass, but that must have been at least an hour ago and since then there had been talking and talking, and more fucking talking. And he liked talking to Jin, he even liked having the other guys around (well, occasionally); they weren’t in a relationship based on fucking. Not anymore.

Maybe they had never been.

But there was time for talking, and time for using their mouths for other things. Nice things, pleasurable things.

And the time was-

Jin was about to grab Kame and lift him up, and most likely carry him into the damn room, throw him on the damn bed, and fuck him just the way Kame wanted… they both wanted, Jin’s mind corrected him - but that was pretty much the last on-topic thought flashing through his head.

-not now.

“Hey, big brother, you home?” A voice reached them from the main door, and the door closed with a loud bang a moment later.

“Fuck,” Jin muttered, lips still pressed to the side of Kame’s neck where Jin had been working on a nice mark. “I don’t think we are staying here.”

Kame groaned. “I liked him more when he was in America.” His hands were clutching Jin’s shirt and he didn’t want to let go.

Fuck.

How could have they both forgotten about Reio coming home? Kame had seen him at school earlier and Jin had talked to him over the phone only a while ago.

Jin’s hand rather reluctantly withdrew from Kame’s shirt, and Kame could hear an annoyed groan. “What the fuck? He said he wouldn’t be back until six.”

Kame grabbed Jin’s hand to look at his big wristwatch. “He is more than two hours earlier.”

“JIN!” Reio called again.

They could hear his steps, the sounds of him kicking off his shoes, more steps, and then Reio’s head with a crown of ruffled hair of light brown color appeared in front of them. There wasn’t much time, but they at least managed to smooth their clothes and Kame once again buttoned up his shirt, this time quietly cursing for having to do so.

“Hey,” Jin grimaced, ruffling his hair, for the lack of other ideas what to do with his hands to look nonchalantly and not like he had been playing with Kame’s nipple only seconds ago. “You are here early.”

“Yeah, I thought it was urgent. Hey, Kame.”

Reio placed Kame’s bag carefully on the floor.

“Thanks,” Kame mumbled.

“How did you even leave it there just like that?” Reio asked - of course he asked, because it didn’t happen every day to have to pick up a bag from a locker room and finding it there in the middle of an aisle, open and abandoned in front of an equally open and abandoned locker, as if the owner had been swept off the surface of the Earth without a trace. Now Reio was standing there, watching Kamenashi Kazuya, his classmate and his brother’s friend, and trying to understand.

With not much success. Once again, of course.

The call he had received from Jin might have been the weirdest one ever - and by ‘ever’ Reio counted also all the incoherent drunken phone calls from his friends back in America. He thought there was nothing to surprise or shock him after coming back to Japan.

He was wrong, obviously.

His big brother was full of surprises.

“I mean, the locker was open and your bag…” Reio was shaking his head, confused, now even more than before, because all this time he had been imagining that something bad happened and Kamenashi must have been taken to the hospital, or had been abducted by a bunch of aliens, or even something else, a scenario that Reio hadn’t had a proper time to think through; but now Kamenashi was here, obviously fine, just a bit ruffled, and looking like he could have taken care of his bag just fine. Only he hadn’t.

“Yeah, that…” Kame started.

And didn’t have a chance to finish - which was good, since he had no fucking idea what to say to explain the situation anyway.

“Thanks, bro,” Jin grinned at Reio, snatched the bag from the floor and handed it over to Kame who at first didn’t seem to be aware of the move at all. “Now if you excuse us,” he started pushing Kame towards the door, the direction they had been originally heading before getting… distracted. And occupied with other things than walking and finding the right door and room.

“Wait, seriously?” Reio gasped. “I just ditched my drama club for ‘thanks, bro’? You fucking kidding me.”

“What else do you want?”

It really was easier when Reio had been overseas.

Thanks to the Internet and phones Jin hadn’t even had a chance to miss his little brother too much, because they had talked every now and then, and Reio had been spamming his mailbox with every little detail of his, quote-unquote, ‘awasome life’.

Only after Reio’s leave to the school abroad had they found the bond they used to share as kids, but had lost somewhere on the way through puberty. Now Jin almost - almost - wished for Reio to have a power too, so they could share also this part of their lives together. However, Reio seemed to be an ordinary boy; well, save for his nearly unhealthy obsession with theatre, but it was better than doing drugs… and it was also better than living a rather wild night life, which was a thing Jin’s parents occasionally used against Jin when an argument arose for whatever reason. Reio was a good student, and a responsible young man. Unlike Jin.

In the end, it might be better for him, and everyone, that he didn’t have any power, and lived his life the way he wanted instead of sticking to Jin and his friends.

Mrs. And Mr. Akanishi had at least one kid to be proud of.

Jin wasn’t bothered. He knew they liked him too. In their own way.

They gave him all the freedom he wanted and needed. And from the way his mother had been looking at him lately, Jin had a feeling that she might have noticed some changes in his behavior as well, but never said anything. Leaving Jin space to decide about the right time to come to her. If ever.

Jin never thought about it. About introducing someone to his parents. There had never been a girl worth such a big step… and now with Kazuya…

Well, he wasn’t keeping it exactly secret.

But the truth was that he hadn’t put up any effort to tell his parents either.

“I don’t know,” Reio shrugged. “How about an explanation for a start?”

Jin didn’t even blink. “Explanation of?”

“Really?” Quickly understanding that he would not get many answers from Jin, Reio turned to Kazuya. “You just… left?”

“Yeah, I was… kind of in a hurry,” Kame said calmly. There was not much he could do anyway.

Reio blinked. “Was there a zombie apocalypse, or something?”

“Not any I would know about.”

“Come on, what is this inquisition?” Jin groaned. “We can have a nice chat later, okay? Now Kame and I are really kinda busy.”

They left Reio stand there, alone and confused just as before, and newly also annoyed and suspicious.

Once inside the room, Jin quickly locked the door and leaned his back against it, sighing in relief. “I swear the next fucker to disturb me… us will end up in fucking 13th century and I am not kidding.”

Kame stopped a couple of steps ahead, halfway between the door and the bed, and turned around. His expression wasn’t carrying the shock it most probably should have after such a statement. Kame had heard Jin threatening various people with sending them to various historical periods way too often, and as far as he knew, none of them had been sent there in the end.

“Maybe you should take us somewhere,” Kame suggested, half serious, half joking. He tossed the bag aside and rubbed his face with both his palms. “That was close. With Reio.”

“Little brother should stop sticking his nose into what is none of his business.”

“Well, technically it was his business, because he was the one picking my bag and bringing it here.”

Jin gave him a look. “You are on his side now? That’s not helping.”

“Nope,” Kame chuckled.

The whole day must have conspired against them, and honestly, laughing at the bad luck was quickly becoming the only option left.

Jin reached out, clutched his fist in the front of Kame’s shirt, and tugged forward, pulling Kame close again. Too much space between them. Unnecessary space now when they were alone. Alone was good. Really good.

Because like that Kame could kiss him and Jin could kiss back.

It was time to enjoy things. Each other.

“So, how about the time traveling promise,” Kame mumbled, tracing his lips over Jin’s cheek and up to the small dark freckle at the corner of his eye.

“Anything particular in mind?”

Jin was still holding on to Kame’s shirt. He didn’t feel like letting go just yet. Who knew, maybe if he had loosened the grip, something or someone would have once again decided to interrupt them. And Jin was really in no mood for that anymore.

“How about somewhere that no one would bother us?” Kame smiled.

“No one will bother us here either, not anymore.”

Jin’s words would have been much more assuring had there not started a loud music blasting through the house the very moment he spoken. Right, Reio and his weird need to be surrounded by ears tearing noises while studying.

(It may have been a family trait, but Jin wouldn’t admit it without torture.)

“Fuck,” Jin sighed.

They couldn’t win today, could they?

By the moment Kame was already laughing, because he couldn’t do much else. They were doomed. “Jin?” He nearly choked on his amusement, buried his face in Jin’s shoulder and coughed. “I really don’t care if we go and fuck in the fucking Edo period. I just want to have you without clothes and more disturbances.”

“The Edo period, huh?”

“You would look fucking hot in a kimono.”

“You would look hot yourself… while I would be taking the kimono off of you,” Jin grinned, trying to form a mental image of Kazuya dressed in fine silk.

The music thumping against the walls and door changed into another song.

“Fine, I’ll take us somewhere,” Jin made a quick decision, right after deciding to have a talk with Reio about his studying methods later. Or maybe have a talk with Yamapi about some ideas that could somehow suddenly come to Reio’s mind…

… but no.

Just because Jin didn’t like his brother’s music taste didn’t mean he was eager to owe anything to Pi. Yamapi would surely make the best use of it.

“Just make sure we won’t need to spend the next hour unfastening various pieces of kimonos,” Kame managed to tease him, but then Jin was holding him tight, and they were falling. The world around became a blur of colors and smells and sounds; Kame focused on Jin and nothing else, following the path Jin’s power led them.

In his head, Kame imagined a random historical moment and scenery of Jin’s momentary choice. Maybe they were heading to the times of courts and kimonos indeed - but with Jin, he couldn’t be sure. Or better, with Jin there was always a surprise waiting for him somewhere around the corner.

And Kame liked it.

It was yet another part of Jin’s charm. Some surprises were better while others could drive Kame crazy easily; however, in the end it was impossible to stay mad at Jin.

Especially when he could still make Kame feel the way he did.

When the spinning around made him feel a little wave of nausea coiling in the pit of his stomach, Kame bit his lip and shut his eyes close. He was just breathing. Jin’s scent, his aftershave that had become a smell that Kame could - and would - recognize any time.

The spinning eventually ceased. Kame felt it before he would even open his eyes again to see the world around getting once again firm contours.

“Hmm,” Kame let out a little sound of relief.

He didn’t feel any different.

The last time Jin had taken him on a little trip through time, he had become conscious wearing a tight fitting uniform made of a material that wasn’t yet invented at the right point of their timeline.

No future uniform this time.

And he wasn’t wearing a kimono either.

The time jump couldn’t be too big in either direction.

“Jin?” Kame finally looked up and met Jin’s eyes looking back at him. “Where are we?”

“At the right place where we should be.” With a gentle prod Jin pushed Kame away, not enough for them to lose contact, but just enough so they could look at each other. The confusion written all over Kame’s face was cute, and Jin was rather proud of himself at the moment.

“You practically kidnapped me,” Kame pouted.

“You asked for it.”

Okay, Jin had a point here.

Kame glanced down at his clothes, all the same as before, only his shirt was more wrinkled than before after Jin’s hug. “I thought you wanted me in a kimono.”

“Kimono is not necessary, even though the visual may be quite breathtaking and we should definitely give it a try someday.” Jin raised a hand to run it down Kame’s front, stopped at one of the belt loops, and hooked a finger there, pulling Kame close again. It was a seemingly never ending indecision and a battle between wanting Kame close and wanting to look at him. “And for the record, I always want you, with a kimono or without.”

Kame looked around, a smile on his lips. “So, where are we then? Or rather, when?”

“Five years in the future. As for the where,” Jin maneuvered Kame around and together they faced a small cabinet standing by the wall with a couple of framed pictures on the top, “we should be home, if I didn’t mess up.”

“Home?” Kame looked around once again, his confusion only growing. He didn’t recognize the place at all, even though there certainly were things… little details here and there… that looked familiar.

The room around was a bedroom; nothing extraordinary or big, equipped with simple yet modern pieces of furniture, a closet, a couple of cabinets, a television set in the corner, and a big double bed taking up most of the space. Everything was neat, but at the same time the place didn’t lack a feeling of personal. The framed pictures, a book lying on one of the nightstands and an open manga volume on the other, a few bead necklaces scattered on the other cabinet and a scarf peeking out of one of the top drawers. Kame tried to see more, overlooked the dark sheets on the bed that was so carefully made. Not a single wrinkle anywhere.

Jin maneuvered him around and made Kame face the pictures again. “Home.”

Then Kame finally saw it. Really saw it.

Not just the frames, not just the photos… but the photos. The actual pictures and the faces on them. It was all him and Jin, with a little bonus of their friends here and there, even Jin’s brother was on one or two pictures.

Kame eyes grew big with realization. “It’s… five years in the future this…?”

“Yep. This is where we will live. Isn’t it cool?”

Jin looked like an excited kid showing his new toy everyone around - only it wasn’t a toy but a future life, and the ‘everyone around’ was, in fact, only Kame. But it was okay, because Kame was the only one who should see it. The only one who could be as excited about it as Jin was.

Only Kame wasn’t. Didn’t seem to be.

“Kazuya, what is it? Don’t you…” - like it? - Jin cleared his throat. “And look, it looks like we have been living here already for a while. We could do it like, tomorrow. When we come back.”

“You said the future you visit is not final,” Kame whispered. “You said the things you see can change.” Suddenly the moment felt like Kame was offered everything only to lose it, to be robbed of it, in an eyewink.

“They can. If we let them,” Jin nodded. He quickly understood where Kame’s thoughts were heading though, and held on to his shirt, drawing him in. “But I’m not letting this go, Kazuya. You’ve heard Yoko, the Destiny is done with us. We are where we were meant to be, and from now on things can be only better. And this, this is better, isn’t it?”

Future was a fickle matter. Yoko’s power, his ability to read and understand the intentions of the Destiny, could give the final answer. As Yoko always said, his predictions weren’t guesses, he could see what would happen no matter what. Events had to always lead to the point Yoko saw in his head. Then there was Ryo who could write lyrics and make up the future he wanted. As much as such a power might be (and was) handy, the future created by him didn’t necessarily need to be final. People could change their minds in the middle of heading towards the lyricized future. Unlike Yoko’s predictions, those written into Ryo’s songs were precarious. Yet, still likely to happen.

And then there was Jin. Jin travelling through time, seeing the future of the moments where his journey started.

For the purpose of predicting the future Jin’s power was the most useless of the three of them. He had never really needed, or intended, to use his power that way anyway.

However, what he just told Kame was true. Could be. They could make this future happen. They were together and happy. They were on the right way to reach this all.

Kame’s heart skipped a beat. What had he done to deserve this? Jin being like this, Jin fighting for them and their future together in this place, with happy memories framed and displayed for everyone to see.

“This is perfect,” he finally nodded, feeling a grin widening his lips.

If Yoko didn’t see anything else, they really were at the place that was meant for them. And Kame could imagine his life in this apartment just fine.

With Jin.

The most important piece of the future Kame wanted to live in.

“You want to check it out?” Jin grinned. Really like a kid.

They were there, and it would be so easy to just go and take a look at what was waiting for them. See more than just the bedroom.

The temptation was strong.

“I will love it,” Kame said after a moment. However, when Jin tried to pull him to the door, Kame didn’t move an inch. He stood there, holding Jin’s hand. “Not now though.”

“You still don’t believe it’s real? Come on, Kazuya, you can touch anything you want. It’s yours.” Jin reached for one of the frames, as if to demonstrate his words and to show Kame that it was like he said, real, it was not some kind of an illusion. They would have it all. Soon. But Kame stopped his hand before he could get anywhere near the simple wooden frames (Kame had a feeling it would be him picking those frames someday, because were the choice up to Jin, they might end up with something colorful and possibly with pictures of manga characters).

“It only will be. And I really hope it will be soon because I can’t wait. But for now it’s not. It’s just this place where we have happened to be. It’s not ours yet.”

The future was fickle indeed. He didn’t want to risk, didn’t want to rush things and possibly sever even just one of those fine, thin cords wreathing the future they were visiting.

Everything had its time and place.

Just like when he and Jin had met that warm summer night by the bonfire on the beach. Everything might have been different had they met elsewhere and at another moment.

Kame could be patient. Could wait a bit, or longer, to eventually be rewarded with the things he wanted.

Very unlike Jin, obviously. “I told you, we can go and rent this place the first thing tomorrow morning -”

“Gotta go to that family celebration, remember?” Kame reminded Jin, sounding ruefully.

Jin rolled his eyes at that. “Fine, Sunday morning then. I don’t care. I’m just saying that we are this close,” he put a thumb and an index finger close together and shoved the hand right into Kame’s face, “to having this for real-real. We don’t have to, or need to, hold back in fear that someone will burst in. This is ours.”

“Fine. Sunday morning,” Kame laughed. “I don’t think we will find anyone who would want to discuss renting this apartment in particular with us on Sunday morning, but we can always try.”

“It’s a deal then.”

“Deal,” Kame agreed before the full realization of the plan and its consequences had a chance to sink in.

They were in their future apartment, in their future bedroom. And they had just agreed to take the next step into that future - soon.

In less than two days.

On Sunday morning.

And then they were kissing.

Kame only knew Jin had pulled him in, and his shirt was completely messed up from all the tugging and clutching, but it didn’t really matter, since it was going to end up on a heap together with their other clothes somewhere on the floor sooner or later anyway, and with the way their kiss was becoming deeper and more intense, lips squashed to lips, teeth knocking against teeth and tongues licking and tasting every bit their could reach, the sooner was becoming the more possible alternative.

“You wanna go back?” Jin gasped against Kame’s lips, trying to stay focused, but how could he - Kame’s hands were everywhere, on his hips, around his waist, gripping the front of his shirt, caressing his neck or cradling his face. All the bottled up heat and desire for more slipping out of control. And this time, this time there would really not be anything to tear them apart for yet another moment.

Kame shook his head, hands having the bottom hem of Jin’s shirt firmly in the grip and clumsily tugging up. “Don’t you dare.”

Jin didn’t.

His shirt went off first, but Kame’s didn’t take long to follow. Just the time necessary for opening all the buttons and stripping the piece of clothing off of Kame’s not so cooperative arms. It was difficult to take off the sleeves when Kame’s hands seemed to be glued to Jin’s hips and ass.

By the time Kame finally shrugged the shirt completely, tossing it on the floor just like he had known would happen, Jin had somewhat carefully (though it was mostly luck on his side, as he was too lost in kissing Kame to pay attention to the surroundings) guided them towards the bed. The perfect big bed that was going to be theirs. The scenarios of choosing that particular one in a shop seemed to be endless and full of necessary testing of the quality of the mattress and the right size of the bed itself. They must have thought of the same thing, because they both chuckled when Kame landed on the comfortable mattress, his back and shoulders pressed to the soft sheets, while his hips instinctively bucked up in search for Jin.

“Come here,” Kame moaned, hands reaching for Jin.

Jin didn’t need to be asked twice. Kame was all spread and perfect in front of him, lying there as if he had always belonged just right there, to the bed and for Jin’s eyes to burn him through.

“I may want to buy this bed someday solely for the chance to see you like this again,” Jin joked while readily crawling up and straddling Kame, towering above him for the purpose to enjoy the view. Kame’s skin, in spite of still holding a nice shade of tan from their summer trip to Okinawa, was nicely pale against the dark sheets, smooth under Jin’s fingertips teasingly running down the center of Kame’s raising and falling chest, all the way down to his belly button; and tasted of Kame and a shower gel when Jin bent down to take a few tentative licks over Kame’s nipple and up his collar bone to his shoulder - and that was where Kame’s hands found his face and brought it up for a messy kiss.

Kame couldn’t stop grinning, because they were in the middle of moving things on and heating things up, and yet Jin was kind of adorable… and oh god, Kame did love the bed already too. He liked the one in Jin’s room, too; the one that was now left in the past. But that bed was Jin’s. This one would be theirs.

“I can see it being the first piece of furniture we buy into an empty flat,” Kame replied. His hands were caressing up and down Jin’s sides, light touches on the way up, while adding pressure on the way down to push Jin’s lips down.

Jin finally succumbed to Kame’s attempts to get some friction, and lowered himself enough to rub his clothed cock against Kame’s.

The touch made Kame moan. He didn’t know where to put his hands, wanting to touch everywhere at once. It still felt like Jin was too far, even though he was right there, rubbing against Kame and kissing him.

“Pants?” Kame impatiently squirmed.

Jin bit Kame’s lip then moved down to Kame’s chin and neck, left a trace of wet kisses down Kame’s chest. Kame’s skin tasted delicious.

“Pants,” Jin nodded, taking one last lick and struggling down on his feet again. He kicked off his shoes while fumbling with Kame’s pants. “Damn.” Growing impatience was making his fingers clumsy, and in the end he needed Kame’s help with the belt buckle. The buttons and the zipper were easy then, a tug or two and Jin was offered a sight of Kame’s underwear once again today. Now there was no way he would let Kame zip up the pants again though. He was going to pull them down, strip Kame off.

Jin himself was out of his pants and back on bed in a second, kneeling between Kame’s spread legs and kissing Kame again.

The kiss started as a teasing, lips barely touching and pulling back before anything could have even started properly, but soon those little tastes weren’t enough. Kame was the one grabbing Jin’s hand and holding it at place to deepen the kiss, to push his tongue inside Jin’s mouth.

Kame’s legs wrapped around Jin’s hips. Tightened the grip. And that was it.

The play gave way to passion. Kame pushed his hips up, meeting Jin, earning himself a breathy gasp. Their bodies slipped into a well known rhythm, knowing the rocking moves by heart. They both were getting hard, just from the little contact, little friction, just from being there and being together, their future bed and future home.

They didn’t need to really try much; their bodies had always fit together.

Jin rolled his hips, his cock rubbed over Kame’s balls and aligned with Kame’s hardening length. More kissing and more touching, Jin sucking on Kame’s earlobe… and there was still too much clothes. Their underwear suddenly just as annoying as those weird tight future uniforms from that one time before.

Kame whined, a needy little whine. He certainly did enjoy all the rubbing and rutting, but there was also more, and he wanted that, too.

Eventually, when the growing pleasure clenched his insides just enough to start sending sparks into his whole body, Kame raised his hips just a little to have Jin’s cock grind into his balls and ass. He gasped and let out a quiet cry when it happened, tossed his head back and repeated the hip thrust. Jin liked the changed pattern, as he could add more pressure and get more friction… but then his whole attention switched to Kame, his face and breaths that were becoming heavier, more needy.

Finding his balance on his knees, Jin pushed a hand between their bodies and palmed Kame’s cock, hard and trapped inside the underwear, and started rubbing. His moves were jerky, lacking any willful control, driven purely by the sounds Kame was making. Jin’s hand slipped further down to tease Kame’s ass through the fabric.

And Kame lost it.

Hips jerking up into Jin’s palm, his cock throbbing; he liked messing around and making out, but right now it was not enough. Jin’s fingers were rubbing up and down the crack of his ass, but not even the friction of his underwear against his hole could push him where he wanted to be.

“Fuck me,” Kame hissed, impatience winning over fun from the make out; and brought a hand to Jin’s hair, fisting and pulling.

Still too much clothes. He felt Jin close but not close enough. Sparks building flame, but there could be more; they both knew it.

Not waiting for another urging, even though Kame pleading to be fucked was one of the hottest things and Jin’s biggest turn-ons, Jin crawled down Kame’s body, sucking sloppy wet kisses across Kame’s chest and belly, helped Kame out of his boxers, and got rid of his own underwear as well.

The next move was just a guess.

Jin reached into the nearest nightstand and wasn’t really surprised when he found a tube of lube in the drawer without too much blind fumbling. His eyes never left Kame. How could have he taken his eyes of Kame anyway, when the other started lazily jerking himself off the moment his boxers were gone?

Moving his hand up and down his cock, Kame was giving Jin a nice, loud show, knowing perfectly the effect his action would have.

When the mattress sagged under Jin’s weight again, Kame raised his head and looked at the other. Jin had a victorious grin in his face, and lube in his hand.

Kame chuckled. “Of course it’s in your drawer.”

“You’ve had any doubts?” With a smirk Jin shuffled closer, being drawn by Kame’s welcoming pose. Legs spread, a hand cradling balls to give Jin the perfect view and access. One swift move of the thumb, a squeeze, and Jin was rubbing the cool gel between his fingers before bringing it to Kame’s waiting ass. “I bet there’s one in yours as well though,” Jin joked.

Kame laughed, wanted to snap something back, because really - did Jin think they would store lube in every corner of their future place someday?

But then he didn’t say anything.

Jin pressed a finger in and Kame eagerly pushed back to feel more, and suddenly the previous idea didn’t seem unrealistic at all. The bed would be hardly the only place where they would fuck in here. Actually, they would most likely christen every inch of this apartment within the first week after moving in.

He didn’t yet have a chance to see more than the bedroom and he already knew he would love it all.

“Did you jerk off today?” Jin’s question torn the train of thought, and Kame blinked, halfway lost in the feeling of Jin’s stretching him.

“Not really.”

For a reason beyond Kame’s momentary comprehending, Jin grinned. And then it didn’t matter, because Jin’s fingers were gone and a condom was here, Kame watched with growing excitement how Jin stroked himself a couple of times before rolling the rubber on - and then was pushing in. Kame pressed his toes into the mattress, angling his pelvis the best he could to have Jin slip inside all the way with one slow thrust.

Kame’s fingers dug into Jin’s thighs, his breath trapped on the way up his throat, because fuck, he had missed this.

It hurt a little, the initial moment of sweet stretch and burn, and he gasped and stared at Jin with wide dark eyes, open mouth soundlessly urging Jin to move.

No more waiting.

He loved it when Jin started moving right from the beginning, forcing the pain explode into pleasure rather than fade away as the muscles loosened. Moving was good. Moving made him feel Jin right away; long, slow thrusts, touching him deeper than anyone else ever did. Deeper than anyone else ever would.

Or could.

“J-jin,” Kame panted, moved one of his hands up Jin’s arm. Jin hovering above him was safety, it was how things were meant to be. Forever. Kame licked his lips.

“This is our future, Kazuya. It has to be, because I don’t want another one.”

And with that, Jin bent down to kiss Kame, push his tongue into Kame’s mouth, and also the rhythm of his thrusts changed, the movements escalated quickly from agonizingly slow to a frenzy of pushing and pulling, flesh slapping flesh, breath coming out if gasps.

Kame closed his eyes, head pressed into the pillow.

He didn’t want another future either. Why should he, when this one seemed to be just perfect.

With Kame’s legs wrapped around him, Jin kept changing the pace of his thrusts, as well as the angle of his cock pushing into the tight heat of Kame’s ass.

Kame’s moans became louder, rushing out in torrents of cries whenever Jin pushed in just right. Kame asking for more, wanting Jin to fuck him, repeating, “yes,” and, “fuck me,” over and over again as if those were the only coherent words left in his head.

And then Jin’s voice was raspy, telling Kame, “come,” almost at the same moment when Jin’s fingers wrapped around Kame’s cock. Jin was kneeling, moving his hips in the perfectly undulating rhythm, sliding in and out. Kame’s face was a thing of beauty, flushed and concentrated, red lips swollen from rough, hard kisses and the marks his teeth left there when he chewed on his lip for a longer moment. Jin’s hand around Kame’s cock was sweaty and warm, and tight, almost painful on the up-stroke.

There was one, two… three more strokes, a grip around the sensitive head of Kame’s cock - and Kame was done. His every nerve lit like fuse, fire rushed through his body, and exploded in Jin’s hand, spilling hot and wet all over Jin’s hand, a few drops hitting Jin’s sweaty chest.

Kame trembled, soaring between lights.

He was aware of Jin leaning down to kiss him again, of Jin muttering against his lips, “You are fucking beautiful,” but his head was fuzzy, most probably turning into the same jelly as had done the rest of him, so all he could do was give Jin a lazy grin. It must have been enough though, because there was more kissing, Jin’s hand caressing his cheek and smoothing sweaty hair off his forehead, and Jin’s voice again. “You alright?”

“Perfect,” Kame finally found his voice, even though it was nothing but a mere whisper for now.

The fireworks inside him started fading and he remembered Jin’s cock buried deep inside him, pulsing and throbbing, squeezed in Kame’s ass.

Kame moved his hips, a tentative movement to see if his body would cooperate. He smiled up at Jin, and from there all it took was a couple of more thrusts, Kame’s hands on Jin’s hips helping, before the pattern of Jin’s breathing changed into erratic, and his chanting of Kame’s name escalated into a cry of pleasure when he came. Kame pulled him down for a kiss, a messy kiss full of spinning and moans and awkward angles, because everything around was white and scorching, and tasted just perfect.

“Stay with me tonight,” Jin mumbled, burying his face in Kame’s shoulder, breathing in Kame’s sweat and letting yet another of his senses get completely intoxicated by the boy under him.

Kame’s instinctive reaction was a hum of approval. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to lose the feeling of the moment. Wanted to stay lost in Jin for a little longer… maybe more than a little.

This was their bed after all. A bed in a different time; a time far from a family celebration that he had promised to attend.

“I can’t be late tomorrow,” he sighed, bringing a hand to Jin’s hair and curling random strands around his finger in an unconscious game.

Jin lifted his head, rested his chin on Kame’s chest and looked up in Kame’s eyes. “We have all the time in the world…”

And that was an argument that Kame could hardly beat.

“I’m sold.”

Jin chuckled. “Hm, that was suspiciously easy.”

“I have your cock in my ass, you are warm, and I like this place.” His breathing was finally getting somewhat even and calm. Also feeling Jin inside was not giving him those sharp post-orgasmic shivers anymore, or at least not as much as a moment ago. His body was shutting down. Sated and comfortable.

Jin pressed a kiss into the middle of Kame’s chest. “Mission accomplished then.”

“You call this a mission?” Kame raised a brow.

“I call this a great sex. My mission, on the other hand, was to show you the future.”

“And my mission was to get you in bed, so I would say our Friday was pretty successful.”

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