Gift fic for nira_chan
To: nira_chan
From: speckled_writer
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: The Mission
Pairing/Group: OhRyo/ Kanjani8
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, Sexual Situations, and Light Bondage
Notes: Nira_chan, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t write Subassan for you. I tried as much as possible, but I just kept coming up with writer’s block at the crucial moments. But I really hope you like it. This is my first Kanjani8 fic; I barely even knew who they were before I got this assignment.
Merry Christmas ♥
I also want to say a very big thank you to my Beta-reader. You are so appreciated.
Summary: The Green Ranger is given a mission. See what will happen when he finds out that this mission is actually a trap masterminded by a fellow ranger.
The Mission
The mail on Okura’s phone flashed steadily and silently, waiting to be noticed. He picked it up and checked the screen.
1 New Message
Sender: Private Number
All of the band members had privately listed numbers that changed on a regular basis so Okura simply shrugged and opened the message.
Green Ranger,
There is an emergency of great importance! Report to the fifth basement studio. Hurry Green Ranger, the fate of a fellow ranger rests in your hands!!
Okura suppressed a smile at the ridiculous message. He didn’t bother looking for the cameras; he was in Eito-mode now.
Nobody in the jimusho thought anything of a Kanjani8 member dashing valiantly out of the cafeteria or bounding into the locker room for a quick costume change. Moments later the Green Ranger emerged in full eito uniform, phone tucked safely into his utility belt.
Okura realised that the reason the basement level studios were so unpopular was because you actually had to use the stairs to get to them. He leapt out of the elevator, scaring several ‘behind-the-scenes’ workers, and ran off to the stairwell. Yoko would probably sit on the railing and slide his way down the stairs but, even with the winged eito helmet, Okura decided to use his feet instead. He was getting sick of the lectures about workplace health and safety protocols.
The basement level was slightly creepy and looked abandoned. There were no cameras in sight but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. This wouldn’t be the first time an ‘eito drill’ had been filmed covertly.
“Caution!” he whispered to himself loudly as he began to creep down the corridor to the fifth studio room.
As he passed the second doorway something caught his eye but he didn’t have time to turn and look at it properly before a hand reached out from behind and pressed a square piece of fabric against his mouth. The Green Ranger struggled for a moment before his foe whispered pass out into his ear and cackled evilly as Okura let his eyes fall shut and his knees give way.
He felt his ‘unconscious’ self get dragged down the hallway and into a room where he was propped up on a chair and his hands tied behind his back. Whoever had captured him walked toward the other side of the room and Okura cracked open an eye, taking in his surroundings. He was in an old dance rehearsal room with tarnished mirrors and a worn floor. When he realised his captor was one of his fellow rangers he allowed himself to regain full consciousness.
“Yellow? What’s going on? Were you called down here on a mission too?”
“There are no cameras, Okura.” Yellow announced as he took off his helmet and began undoing his buttons.
Okura tried to process that. Why would Ryo say his name during an eito skit? And why did Ryo get to unbutton his uniform in this unbearably warm room when Okura couldn’t? Maintenance obviously hadn’t ventured down here to check the air conditioning ducts in years.
“I don’t understand. What’s going on? Can you untie me?”
“This isn’t an eito thing, that was just to get you down here and no, I can’t untie you.” Ryo explained as he pulled his arms out of his yellow jumpsuit and tied it around his waist.
“Then why am I tied up?”
“So you can’t run away.”
“Ah-ha, so you admit there is a plot.”
“Yes, there is a plot. It’s just a plot that has nothing to do with rangers or cameras. You can stop being so dramatic.”
“Really? If there are no cameras then what is it that you want?”
“You.”
Okura’s breath seemed to evaporate. Ryo had always been blunt but this was more than he had been expecting. It had been two weeks since Ryo had told him that he was interested in a romantic (physical) kind of way. At the time, Ryo had been willing to accept that Okura needed time to think about what was being asked, but apparently his patience was not endless.
“I-I, well, ano…”
“Look, I figure if you’re not interested then you would have said no early on. But you didn’t say no and you’ve been giving me looks,” Ryo leant forward and placed his hands on the back of Okura’s chair, trapping him in a prison of biceps, “and by the looks you’ve been giving me, I know you want to say yes.” He leaned in close until they were breathing in one another’s air.
“Say yes to me.” The words were barely more than a whisper but they had enough impact to send Okura’s stomach up into his throat.
“W-we work together and we grew up together and we’re good friends. If I say it then everything changes and if we get it wrong then it’ll all fall apart. It’s not an easy choice, Ryo.”
“You think I don’t know that? I waited forever to ask. It was terrifying, but the attraction doesn’t go away. I want you, and I know that it’s not reversible and we can’t just undo it if it goes wrong, but I think it’s worth trying for.”
“I can’t make that choice, there’s too much depending on it.”
“That’s why I took your choice away. You’re tied up, Tadayoshi; you don’t get to make the decision.”
Ryo closed the short gap between them, pressing a small kiss against his bandmate’s mouth. It was simple and undemanding. Ryo wasn’t really forcing him and that’s probably why Okura felt himself kissing back.
Eyes fluttered shut and lips opened gently as the kiss deepened. Ryo’s hand moved from the back of the chair to rest against the side of Okura’s neck, heating the skin there. Okura tried to bring his hand up to hold Ryo’s wrist and grunted in pain when the rope around his wrists stopped him.
“Did I hurt you?” Ryo pulled back and looked him over.
“Ryo, untie me.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“No, I just hurt my wrist. Untie me.”
“So you didn’t hate the kiss?”
“I…,” Okura took a steadying breath, “No, I didn’t hate it. Please untie me.”
Ryo’s thousand watt smile spread across his face as he moved forward and straddled Okura’s lap, resting his weight on the man beneath him.
“I’ll untie you later.”
“B-but-” Okura tried to complain but Ryo’s lips were in the way and really, they were very nice lips.
The kiss turned to kisses and Ryo’s hands began to roam. Fingers ghosted across his chest and Okura’s hips rocked up toward the weight on his lap. Okura started to feel a little light-headed, either from the lack of chances to come up for air or the newly laboured breathing that came with this kind of arousal. Either way, it left his head feeling foggy enough that when Ryo pulled back from their kiss, Okura could do little more than rest his head against the yellow ranger’s shoulder and suck in as much air as he could manage.
“Are you alright?”
“Mmmm, let’s do that again.”
Ryo giggled in his ear and lifted Okura’s head with a finger beneath his chin. The pair rested their foreheads together and simply sat grinning at each other.
“Now will you say yes to me?”
“Yes. Yes please.” To hell with the consequences, Okura wanted this.
The kiss that followed was a little more difficult because they were both smiling too much to have any real control over their lips.
“You can undo this now.” Okura pointed out as he tugged on the ropes around his wrists. Ryo smirked at him.
“I think I’d rather undo this first.” Ryo answered as he started popping open the buttons of Okura’s ranger uniform.
Okura squirmed at the feel of fingers playing against his bare chest as more and more of his skin was exposed to the air. Ryo bent forward and kissed his way from Okura’s collarbones down to his navel, sliding off Okura’s lap and between his legs to get down.
The green helmet slid forward on Okura’s head and he followed Ryo with his eyes. When Ryo was finally down far enough he undid the belt and the last few buttons of the outfit, pushing it apart to expose a straining pair of green boxers.
Ryo’s face took on a predatory look as he resumed his kissing path at Okura’s navel and began working his way further and further south. By the time Ryo’s mouth wrapped its way around his head, Okura was completely lost, unable to do anything but stare at the dark hair against his stomach.
“Ryo…”
“Mmm?” Ryo’s response could be felt all the way up Okura’s spine. Ryo tilted his head and looked up.
“Come back up here.”
Ryo smiled and began to fumble with his belt. Okura had expected him to be taking it off but instead he realised that Ryo was pulling something out of the pockets on his utility belt. When Ryo lifted it up and began rolling it down over Okura’s saliva slicked skin, he realised it was a condom. Okura couldn’t quite stop the giggles when another compartment was opened to produce a small bottle of lube.
“What?” Ryo seemed a little offended at the giggling.
“You used your utility belt. You are such an eito ranger!”
“Well, it’s an important mission. I wanted to make sure I had the right tools.”
The pair of them dissolved into giggles and Ryo crawled his way back up onto the lap before him.
“Untie me, please,” Okura asked as they tried to catch their breath. Ryo finally nodded, leaning forward until they were flush against each other and bringing his hands around to undo the knots in the rope.
Ryo gently kissed his red wrists before Okura reclaimed his hands and finally got a chance to touch his new lover. With a new set of hands added to the mix, the giggles disappeared almost as quickly as the clothes.
Fingers skimmed over skin and breath mingled against beads of sweat as the pair of friends learnt more about each other than they had ever thought to know. Okura had never seen anything more moving than the look on Ryo’s face as they joined together. They moved with a natural rhythm neither worrying about any of the usual self conscious things that worry a person during these activities.
It was natural and right and exactly where they were supposed to be. When they finally came with mutterings of one another’s names and breathless grunts, Okura realised he had gone beyond the point of no return. And it didn’t bother him a bit.
From: speckled_writer
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: The Mission
Pairing/Group: OhRyo/ Kanjani8
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, Sexual Situations, and Light Bondage
Notes: Nira_chan, I’m so sorry that I couldn’t write Subassan for you. I tried as much as possible, but I just kept coming up with writer’s block at the crucial moments. But I really hope you like it. This is my first Kanjani8 fic; I barely even knew who they were before I got this assignment.
Merry Christmas ♥
I also want to say a very big thank you to my Beta-reader. You are so appreciated.
Summary: The Green Ranger is given a mission. See what will happen when he finds out that this mission is actually a trap masterminded by a fellow ranger.
The Mission
The mail on Okura’s phone flashed steadily and silently, waiting to be noticed. He picked it up and checked the screen.
1 New Message
Sender: Private Number
All of the band members had privately listed numbers that changed on a regular basis so Okura simply shrugged and opened the message.
Green Ranger,
There is an emergency of great importance! Report to the fifth basement studio. Hurry Green Ranger, the fate of a fellow ranger rests in your hands!!
Okura suppressed a smile at the ridiculous message. He didn’t bother looking for the cameras; he was in Eito-mode now.
Nobody in the jimusho thought anything of a Kanjani8 member dashing valiantly out of the cafeteria or bounding into the locker room for a quick costume change. Moments later the Green Ranger emerged in full eito uniform, phone tucked safely into his utility belt.
Okura realised that the reason the basement level studios were so unpopular was because you actually had to use the stairs to get to them. He leapt out of the elevator, scaring several ‘behind-the-scenes’ workers, and ran off to the stairwell. Yoko would probably sit on the railing and slide his way down the stairs but, even with the winged eito helmet, Okura decided to use his feet instead. He was getting sick of the lectures about workplace health and safety protocols.
The basement level was slightly creepy and looked abandoned. There were no cameras in sight but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. This wouldn’t be the first time an ‘eito drill’ had been filmed covertly.
“Caution!” he whispered to himself loudly as he began to creep down the corridor to the fifth studio room.
As he passed the second doorway something caught his eye but he didn’t have time to turn and look at it properly before a hand reached out from behind and pressed a square piece of fabric against his mouth. The Green Ranger struggled for a moment before his foe whispered pass out into his ear and cackled evilly as Okura let his eyes fall shut and his knees give way.
He felt his ‘unconscious’ self get dragged down the hallway and into a room where he was propped up on a chair and his hands tied behind his back. Whoever had captured him walked toward the other side of the room and Okura cracked open an eye, taking in his surroundings. He was in an old dance rehearsal room with tarnished mirrors and a worn floor. When he realised his captor was one of his fellow rangers he allowed himself to regain full consciousness.
“Yellow? What’s going on? Were you called down here on a mission too?”
“There are no cameras, Okura.” Yellow announced as he took off his helmet and began undoing his buttons.
Okura tried to process that. Why would Ryo say his name during an eito skit? And why did Ryo get to unbutton his uniform in this unbearably warm room when Okura couldn’t? Maintenance obviously hadn’t ventured down here to check the air conditioning ducts in years.
“I don’t understand. What’s going on? Can you untie me?”
“This isn’t an eito thing, that was just to get you down here and no, I can’t untie you.” Ryo explained as he pulled his arms out of his yellow jumpsuit and tied it around his waist.
“Then why am I tied up?”
“So you can’t run away.”
“Ah-ha, so you admit there is a plot.”
“Yes, there is a plot. It’s just a plot that has nothing to do with rangers or cameras. You can stop being so dramatic.”
“Really? If there are no cameras then what is it that you want?”
“You.”
Okura’s breath seemed to evaporate. Ryo had always been blunt but this was more than he had been expecting. It had been two weeks since Ryo had told him that he was interested in a romantic (physical) kind of way. At the time, Ryo had been willing to accept that Okura needed time to think about what was being asked, but apparently his patience was not endless.
“I-I, well, ano…”
“Look, I figure if you’re not interested then you would have said no early on. But you didn’t say no and you’ve been giving me looks,” Ryo leant forward and placed his hands on the back of Okura’s chair, trapping him in a prison of biceps, “and by the looks you’ve been giving me, I know you want to say yes.” He leaned in close until they were breathing in one another’s air.
“Say yes to me.” The words were barely more than a whisper but they had enough impact to send Okura’s stomach up into his throat.
“W-we work together and we grew up together and we’re good friends. If I say it then everything changes and if we get it wrong then it’ll all fall apart. It’s not an easy choice, Ryo.”
“You think I don’t know that? I waited forever to ask. It was terrifying, but the attraction doesn’t go away. I want you, and I know that it’s not reversible and we can’t just undo it if it goes wrong, but I think it’s worth trying for.”
“I can’t make that choice, there’s too much depending on it.”
“That’s why I took your choice away. You’re tied up, Tadayoshi; you don’t get to make the decision.”
Ryo closed the short gap between them, pressing a small kiss against his bandmate’s mouth. It was simple and undemanding. Ryo wasn’t really forcing him and that’s probably why Okura felt himself kissing back.
Eyes fluttered shut and lips opened gently as the kiss deepened. Ryo’s hand moved from the back of the chair to rest against the side of Okura’s neck, heating the skin there. Okura tried to bring his hand up to hold Ryo’s wrist and grunted in pain when the rope around his wrists stopped him.
“Did I hurt you?” Ryo pulled back and looked him over.
“Ryo, untie me.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“No, I just hurt my wrist. Untie me.”
“So you didn’t hate the kiss?”
“I…,” Okura took a steadying breath, “No, I didn’t hate it. Please untie me.”
Ryo’s thousand watt smile spread across his face as he moved forward and straddled Okura’s lap, resting his weight on the man beneath him.
“I’ll untie you later.”
“B-but-” Okura tried to complain but Ryo’s lips were in the way and really, they were very nice lips.
The kiss turned to kisses and Ryo’s hands began to roam. Fingers ghosted across his chest and Okura’s hips rocked up toward the weight on his lap. Okura started to feel a little light-headed, either from the lack of chances to come up for air or the newly laboured breathing that came with this kind of arousal. Either way, it left his head feeling foggy enough that when Ryo pulled back from their kiss, Okura could do little more than rest his head against the yellow ranger’s shoulder and suck in as much air as he could manage.
“Are you alright?”
“Mmmm, let’s do that again.”
Ryo giggled in his ear and lifted Okura’s head with a finger beneath his chin. The pair rested their foreheads together and simply sat grinning at each other.
“Now will you say yes to me?”
“Yes. Yes please.” To hell with the consequences, Okura wanted this.
The kiss that followed was a little more difficult because they were both smiling too much to have any real control over their lips.
“You can undo this now.” Okura pointed out as he tugged on the ropes around his wrists. Ryo smirked at him.
“I think I’d rather undo this first.” Ryo answered as he started popping open the buttons of Okura’s ranger uniform.
Okura squirmed at the feel of fingers playing against his bare chest as more and more of his skin was exposed to the air. Ryo bent forward and kissed his way from Okura’s collarbones down to his navel, sliding off Okura’s lap and between his legs to get down.
The green helmet slid forward on Okura’s head and he followed Ryo with his eyes. When Ryo was finally down far enough he undid the belt and the last few buttons of the outfit, pushing it apart to expose a straining pair of green boxers.
Ryo’s face took on a predatory look as he resumed his kissing path at Okura’s navel and began working his way further and further south. By the time Ryo’s mouth wrapped its way around his head, Okura was completely lost, unable to do anything but stare at the dark hair against his stomach.
“Ryo…”
“Mmm?” Ryo’s response could be felt all the way up Okura’s spine. Ryo tilted his head and looked up.
“Come back up here.”
Ryo smiled and began to fumble with his belt. Okura had expected him to be taking it off but instead he realised that Ryo was pulling something out of the pockets on his utility belt. When Ryo lifted it up and began rolling it down over Okura’s saliva slicked skin, he realised it was a condom. Okura couldn’t quite stop the giggles when another compartment was opened to produce a small bottle of lube.
“What?” Ryo seemed a little offended at the giggling.
“You used your utility belt. You are such an eito ranger!”
“Well, it’s an important mission. I wanted to make sure I had the right tools.”
The pair of them dissolved into giggles and Ryo crawled his way back up onto the lap before him.
“Untie me, please,” Okura asked as they tried to catch their breath. Ryo finally nodded, leaning forward until they were flush against each other and bringing his hands around to undo the knots in the rope.
Ryo gently kissed his red wrists before Okura reclaimed his hands and finally got a chance to touch his new lover. With a new set of hands added to the mix, the giggles disappeared almost as quickly as the clothes.
Fingers skimmed over skin and breath mingled against beads of sweat as the pair of friends learnt more about each other than they had ever thought to know. Okura had never seen anything more moving than the look on Ryo’s face as they joined together. They moved with a natural rhythm neither worrying about any of the usual self conscious things that worry a person during these activities.
It was natural and right and exactly where they were supposed to be. When they finally came with mutterings of one another’s names and breathless grunts, Okura realised he had gone beyond the point of no return. And it didn’t bother him a bit.