remix for myxstorie
Title: In control
Rating: NC 17
Group/Pairing: Maruda, Nakanishi, Akame . . . KAT-TUN´s gone crazy
Warnings: There´s too much sexual activity for my liking and Jin likes to fool around
Notes:When reading the original story I have wondered about some rather random namedropping in rather interesting situation, this is what have become of it. I hope I didn´t take it too far away and will be forgiven the liberties I took. Big thanks to my beta! This is the story behind one Nakamaru Yuichi - “oresama”
Link to Original Story: (In just seven days) I Can Make You A Man
Link to Original Writer: myxstorie writing @ japanese_romeo
Preface
“It´s pathetic,” Koki says as he follows Nakamaru´s line of vision. The man is currently watching Ueda change his clothes before dance practice.
“It´s not like I´m holding out for him, hoping to get noticed or anything,” Maru turns his head and focuses on the rapper.
“That, my friend, is what makes it so pathetic,” Koki snickers.
“Excuse me,” Maru feels offended. Not that he doesn´t think it´s pathetic that he´s been lusting after his bandmate for years now. Still, Koki´s logic is escaping him.
“Clearly you are capable of having some sort of sex life, so the fact that you haven´t ever tried to hit on Ueda is just … pathetic.” Koki is at a loss for a better word to describe the situation at hand.
Kame swirls a stray lock of his hair around his finger and eyes Jin, who is chatting up the new assistant. She is pretty, but Kame thinks that she could never sway her hips like he can. Nakamaru glances over to where Ueda´s fixing his hair for the last time, and understanding flashes in Kame´s eyes.
Master plan in the making
“So,” Kame slams down onto Jin´s thighs and then rolls his hips. Jin throws his head back, and Kame places one of his hands over his exposed neck.
“Are you still keeping Nakamaru happy?” Kame finishes after lifting up and pausing.
He knows Jin will look at him, if he holds out long enough. When he does look, Kame can feel his muscles trained and a vein pulsing on his neck. Jin is finally watching him. Just like he should be.
“He is fun,” Jin pants out and groans when Kame moves down onto him again. He thrusts up and places his hands on Kame´s hips to prevent any further interruption. And he doesn´t toy around, he thinks as Kame bites his ear and gets lazy, making Jin do all the work.
So he works for both of them, and Kame almost forgets where this conversation is going as Jin ups the tempo and becomes more forceful.
“He wants Ueda,” Kame whispers into Jin´s ear as he swirls his tongue around the earlobe.
“I wonder . . .” He moans as, suddenly, one of Jin´s hands is squeezing his hard cock. The force is almost brutal, as if Jin was punishing him. But he keeps on looking.
“. . . if he thinks of him when you two fuck.”
Jin presses a thumb into the slit of Kame´s cock, and the man shudders and comes with the next thrust. Jin doesn´t stop. He tumbles Kame over, pushes his legs up, and his hips snap hard and fast. He isn´t looking at Kame anymore, eyes shut, head thrown back and his fingers bruising Kame´s hips. Kame whimpers and chokes on his breath, and Jin leaves right after he is done.
Kame takes a shower and calls their manager. He needs to make sure that he has fired that annoying and incompetent assistant and hired someone new, capable and old.
The mission´s progress is measured in teacups
“How long have you been pining after Ueda?” Jin asks as he finishes his first cup of tea and conveniently goes to make another one. This way he doesn´t have to see Maru´s face when the words register.
“Jin, where´s the beat box CD I asked you to bring back to me. I want to take it before I forget.” The younger man hears the hurry in Maru´s step.
“What is this?” The older man walks back into the room holding lipstick in one hand and a CD in the other.
Shit, Jin tries to look confident, “Your CD that I have had at my apartment for about a year.”
“I found this in your bag,” Nakamaru says quietly, placing the bright red lipstick on the counter next to Jin, and refills his own cup. Jin flinches at the forced calmness in the tone.
“I have no idea how it got there,” he swears. “Really, no clue whatsoever!” He won´t let Yuichi walk away from this broken. The older man had always been kind to him, and if they are to go back to being only bandmates, Jin wants it to be those awkwardly friendly bandmates that had found it easy to be silly and flirt and drink. Besides, he needs Nakamaru to stay confident.
“Really?”
The tea tastes too bitter, and Jin figures that he had left the leaves in for too long. He dumps it out and sets to make another pot.
“Of course. Why would I need bright red lipstick anyway? Oh, I know . . .” with his back to Nakamaru, one might consider Jin a good actor, “the new assistant from the other day was kind of pushy. Maybe she put it in there. You know what these girls are capable of doing. Creeper.” Jin makes a mental note to make sure that the girl never appears in their near vicinity again. What a shame, she was pretty.
Nakamaru realizes his own tea is cold.
“Did it begin before we started, you know, or only after?” Jin asks, seeing an opportunity to go back to his original plan.
“Before his Gackt phase, I think. I thought it would stop then, but it didn´t,” Maru sighs defeated, “Then I thought the fairy phase would have done it. I mean, fairies are a huge turn off, but no, and now he is . . .”
“. . . beautiful,” Jin finishes and turns around to face Nakamaru properly. He is glad that the matter didn´t need more pressing. It is a sign that Maru knows when Jin is determined.
“So are you,” Jin smiles and hands Nakamaru another cup of tea. The older tilts his head and purses his lips in confusion. “You should go get him,” Jin adds in explanation.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Maru´s temper is rising while the color in his cheeks disappears.
“Have we ever dated?” Jin returns the question.
“No, that is exactly why . . .”
Jin cuts him off by clinking their cups together and taking a sip from his, still too hot and too weak drink.
“To your future efforts in finding a new friend with benefits,” he adds, grimacing as his tongue burns.
Maru scoffs.
“Shall I help you?” Jin suddenly lights up. This could be fun! Watching Ueda fall into some funny trap and observing Nakamaru as he clumsily tries to actively seduce someone.
“No,” Nakamaru blushes furiously, and Jin grins. It feels like old times again.
“Yes! We should devise a very complicated and elaborate plan and set it into motion and make sure Ueda thinks it is him in control and . . .”
“Jin,” Nakamaru reaches for his elbow but looks down immediately when Jin searches his face.
“Do you . . .” Jin feels out of place asking about love.
“No, I mean, it´s just a crush. No,” Nakamaru shakes his head as furiously as Jin did a moment ago when denying an unwelcomed truth.
“Okay,” Jin backs off and puts his cup down. “I should probably go now,” he concludes and doesn´t know how he feels about this whole situation. Screw Kame and his mind games. Or just Kame. He should be up and free tonight.
Nakamaru watches him go in silence. He breaks one of the cups when he washes them.
Intermission: Rumor is a key to every success
Nakamaru is often distracted, and Jin is disappointed. It seems that even Ueda sometimes throws a look in the taller man´s direction, but that´s all the progress there is. Nakamaru doesn´t want any help, and Kame gets prissy when Jin actually wants to talk about it during their alone time. At least the assistant has miraculously disappeared. Koki watches in amusement and tells Maru that, now, he has no excuse.
After a few weeks in which Nakamaru doesn´t let Jin tease him for his own entertainment, Jin has had enough. And he knows no better way of putting things into motion than starting a rumor. It is convenient that Maru is due to have a public one, so Jin goes for it. He personally thinks that “Nakamaru Yuichi - oresama” has been one of his better ideas. Pi agrees, and Kame scoffs at the time Jin is spending with his friend. Jin invites him along next time, and Kame feels somehow better when he gets involved in this whole Ueda and Maru should just fuck business because he admittedly might be responsible for Maru not getting any at the moment.
The manager in charge of Nakamaru´s rumor is slightly cautious. However, Akanishi Jin in cooperation with Kamenashi Kazuya and Yamashita Tomohisa is a power to be reckoned with, so he thinks twice about opposing or pointing out that the rumor is slightly unlikely. Besides, Jin assures him that in fact, when the right buttons are pressed, Nakamaru has the potential. The man really didn´t need to know that, but he does what he is asked.
When seeking a demonstration of power, resistance is crucial
Ueda finds the paper on his doorstep when he goes for a morning run. He flips through it, a bit puzzled, as he heads for the building exit. He does not make it that far. Spinning on his heel, he returns to his apartment, takes a shower and decides that today is a good day to go to work early.
After making himself comfortable on the sofa in their dressing room, he reads the article again. And again. For a moment there is a new fantasy playing in his head. This time Maru is much more pushy than awkward and uses his new strength to pin Ueda to some unidentifiable wall. The door opens and Nakamaru enters, and his step falters. Ueda takes his time folding the newspaper as his vision clears. This time, he wants reality to replace the fantasy.
“You can't even look at me without blushing. You want me, but you'd never do anything about it . . .”
This is what Ueda has become good at over the years. Provoking, pushing buttons, playing on the other person´s weaknesses. Having Nishikido Ryo as an opponent paid off. Besides, he´s known-he´s watched-Nakamaru for a long time. He knows exactly how to look, how to smirk and how to raise an eyebrow when the next words fall out of his lips.
“Prove it.”
Maru´s gaze burns his skin the same way it did the first time Ueda had felt it all those years back. It might have taken Ueda a while to figure out what those glances meant, but watching Nakamaru struggle now, as his own tongue gets caught between his lips, he knows exactly what the other man wants, and for once it seems like he will take it.
Finally
And Ueda´s back is colliding with the table top and his legs are wrapping around Maru and the pain feels perfect. The want had been consuming Ueda for some time now, images of just how Nakamaru would treat him, kiss him, fuck him, becoming more vivid with each passing day. All those fantasies had taken a sharp turn that morning because Yuichi, who had always been gentle and considerate, turning into a bossy and angry lover who would just take what he wanted was the hottest image to form inside Ueda´s head yet. Ueda might have said that the man creating the rumor had done a lousy job, but in fact, if Nakamaru´s fans had anything in common with Ueda, it had struck all the right places.
Just as Nakamaru stroking and touching and biting just a moment ago had struck Ueda so much that he has barely noticed the other man leaving him. Now Ueda is sprawled on the table, and Nakamaru is gone. Ueda can´t help but call for him.
“Shut up,” Nakamaru says with authority that has Ueda aching to obey. It excites him, yet only now does he properly take in his situation. Already on his stomach, shirt crumpled under his arms, jeans not pulled down properly, restraining his movement. And a slick finger already teasing.
Ueda´s mind is getting bleary as his body seeks more, feeling every touch, brush and probing of fingers twice as much when he can´t see and can´t move. When his body asks for more, Nakamaru holds him in place and slowly turns him into a writhing mass of long limbs and hot, sweaty skin. He ponders why it took so long for Maru to finally snap, for him to finally push Maru over the edge. There had been something holding Ueda back, but now all the restraints are gone. Now, he wants it that much more, this new Nakamaru that is proving a point.
Ueda is hoisted up on the table, and he feels himself shuddering when Maru has him on display like this, when his tongue joins his fingers. Ueda can´t decide if he wants more of this pleasure, of this seemingly endless teasing and denying when he´s so close to getting just what he wants. Maru makes that decision for him, once again ensuring that Ueda´s body is just where the older man wants it to be, and Ueda must admit that Nakamaru is doing a great job at proving his point.
Ueda almost forgets that he, too, wants something. He wants this man to be angry, to be commanding so that he can experience and see for himself what it is like when Nakamaru dominates. Ueda has watched Nakamaru fall deeper with every haircut he has ever tried, has seen him try to hide it, control it, ignore it and only sometimes indulge it by looking at-almost studying-Ueda and his body. Thus, begging, his body seeking Maru´s touch, and asking for it when Nakamaru presses him to is a gesture Ueda doesn´t mind making.
It´s only when Nakamaru mentions the rumor, the article, that Ueda realizes that admitting how good this already is might take it away.
His throat is dry, and his brain cells are slowly falling apart. Nakamaru´s hand pushing into the curve of his ass and his own heaving chest are making it hard to get even a syllable out.
"There's no way you could do it. You're not man enough."
Pain once again deepens his pleasure and encourages him to keep his stance as the skin on his thighs is scraped when his legs are yanked down, as Nakamaru presses into him and his belt digs into Ueda´s flesh. And Nakamaru is thicker, and he is feeling fuller and more owned, than he had ever dared to imagine. Still, Ueda is the one that determines what happens and how. Obeying doesn´t mean he is helpless.
Profanities and challenge falling off his lips have finally coaxed Nakamaru into moving faster and harder, and Ueda gives himself over, finally allowing himself to show Nakamaru how much he likes this. The burn, the pain, the pleasure searing through his body, Maru´s nails on his hips and the hard wood against his chest are pushing him closer to the edge.
It takes all of his determination to shake his head when Nakamaru demands the answer again. But this is too good to end, and Ueda can´t help being a little curious about how far he can push the other, about what else Nakamaru is willing to do to prove himself.
A sharp sting on his ass as Maru´s hand collides with his skin is all the answer he needs. He cries out and is told to be quiet and once again finds himself obeying, biting his arm as Nakamaru seems to lose control and just act. The table under him shakes and screeches, and Ueda´s need is pressing him closer to Maru. He seeks every contact, every touch he can get. The burn of the next slap enveloping his body is all that Ueda needs to shiver and come, his muscles convulsing and then slacking completely.
Ueda can´t believe that Nakamaru is still asking about this when he is lying on the table wondering if he wants to even get up. He doesn’t regret moving again when he finally gets up and turns around. Nakamaru´s eyes still full of lust and anger, his neck flushed and the little of his skin that is exposed shining with sweat, create a picture that Ueda wants to remember, wants to see again. As he devours the other, he notices his embarrassment, makes a show of checking everything out and thinks that he now knows just what to do to make this happen again.
“We´ll work on it,” he laughs, and Maru practically storms off into the nearest bathroom to hide from the gaze, to fix himself up and to think of the quickest escape route to Australia.
Behind every man there is …
Junno´s smile is as bright as ever, but he has a reason to grin this morning. He read a funny rumor about Nakamaru on his way to work today then received a private show that proved how much truth there could be in that rumor, and boy was it exciting to watch Ueda fall apart as Maru pounded into him.
Nakamaru has straightened his clothes, washed his face and pinched himself, and now he is looking into a mirror. While he shakes his head, he completely misses Junno coming in and making his way to stand next to him.
“Are you okay? Nakamaru-kun?” He asks and touches his shoulder to get his attention. Nakamaru is startled, and his eyes flicker between himself and Junno in the mirror.
“Don´t worry about it,” Junno says as he nonchalantly washes his hands. “I think that Ueda actually likes to be dominated. He likes a little of pain and challenge. You did great.”
Junno´s smile turns into a smirk for just a moment before it is back to that slightly oblivious smile. He makes sure to be gone in the blink an eye. He heads back into the dressing room, and a smug look settles over his features. It had been so easy: letting the result of his observations slip in between two rounds of video games played with Koki, raising an eyebrow at Kame when he says that Jin will never stop fooling around and mentioning Nakamaru´s new, strong body more often when on standby for a photoshoot with Ueda, who is already hooked anyway. Maybe in the future he could say that he also likes to play with puppets when asked about his hobbies.
Pushing the buttons of his game console and pushing human beings feels very similar. There is the same thrill, the same quickening of the pulse and the same satisfaction at the end of the game. Next time, he should find out how hard it is to push pause and how much he can cheat in this new favorite game of his.
In control
Nakamaru congratulates himself for somehow keeping his face for the rest of the day. Only now, the full weight of his rumor settles over him; combined with Ueda´s unwavering look that silently watches him from afar, the reality has Maru suffocating.
He shakes his head yet again to get the image of Ueda writhing under him-a babbling mess of human form, fingers gripping the edge of the table, a tear running down his cheek. He realizes that he will not succeed unless he acts, unless he does something.
Nakamaru, please . . . echoes in Maru´s head, and he remembers Junno´s words. The next moment he is in his car, heading over to Ueda´s place without any invitation, without any prior notification and without a clue as to what he is going to say. He could always just act. If anger and harsh treatment are what will give him the chance to be with Ueda again, then maybe he should just shut up and make the best of it. What would he say anyway? Hi, Ueda! I´ve been wanting to have sex with you for years now. Today was amazing. Let´s do it again!
Now!
Maru blushes only imagining the smug look that would probably appear on Ueda´s face. Then he would tell him that he had just been joking about working on it and that he wasn´t interested. But Nakamaru is a man, and he will act like one, showing Ueda that he can provide just what he wants. This time he will be in control from the start. Spouting and probably swallowing his tongue while trying to talk about what is behind the lust and the sex is not going to get him anywhere. Not with Ueda.
By the time he is knocking on Ueda´s apartment door, he is worked up. He feels a rush of adrenaline powering his body and mind, and a vein throbs on his temple. When Ueda opens the door, Nakamaru doesn´t greet him and take his shoes off in the genkan like he would normally have done. Nakamaru takes a firm hold of Ueda´s shoulder and backs him into his own apartment. Nakamaru launches forward, catching Ueda´s lips in between his teeth and biting.
He had always wanted to do it, gently bite and suck and make them swollen.
Now he bites hard and makes Ueda gasp in pain. Nakamaru kicks the door closed and keeps on backing Ueda up until they collide with a wall. By then, Nakamaru has his tongue in Ueda´s mouth, fast and dominating, taking everything and more and robbing Ueda of his breath and hopefully any coherent and sane thought he could have of stopping Nakamaru. Ueda´s back hits a hard surface, and his body bounces back towards Nakamaru for the second time that day.
This morning Ueda had arched into his touch and allowed Nakamaru to devour his skin. Maru now searches for the marks he had left. He feels like kissing, gently nuzzling them in order to soothe them, make them better.
Nakamaru bites those same places, sucks at the already red patches of skin. Ueda´s hands shoot to his chest and push . . . push, and Ueda´s nails dig into Maru´s shirt, and there is strength and resistance that wasn´t there this morning. And Maru struggles, because Ueda wants him like this, domineering. But Ueda doesn´t stop trying to put some distance in between them. There is only so much Nakamaru can do to uphold his newly acquired reputation. He loosens his grip on the other and steps back.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” Ueda glares at him from behind the hair falling into his eyes. His eyes are dark, and his lips are red and shiny, and Nakamaru stares.
“You . . . this is what you want,” he manages in the end.
Ueda pushes himself off the wall and steps back into Maru´s personal space, the older man feeling his body heat and his breath that is still a little fast on his skin. Ueda runs his hand down Nakamaru´s chest, and Maru shivers.
“Maybe I do . . . sometimes,” Ueda whispers against his lips. Maru is no amateur, he knows the other will come onto him, and he doesn´t wait for him. He meets Ueda halfway in a kiss, his hands returning to his hip and around his waist, pressing them back against each other.
He is stopped yet again, when he takes Ueda´s t-shirt off. The other uses the fact that Nakamaru is holding the fabric and not his body for a moment and steps back and then around Nakamaru, making his way into the kitchen.
Nakamaru follows him with his eyes, and his arm instinctively shoots out to stop Ueda. He grasps Ueda´s wrist, and the man turns to look at him and raises an eyebrow.
“Let go,” Ueda orders.
“What if I don´t,” Maru spits back, surprised by the annoyance and anger in his voice.
Ueda is looking straight into Nakamaru´s eyes, challenge and determination shining from Ueda´s own. They just stand there, waiting for the other to give up, to surrender.
“I don´t want to let go,” Nakamaru says at the end, squeezing the wrist even tighter.
“I still have the power to make you,” Ueda counters, his voice just above whisper. His features are still hard, in total contrast to the soft tone of his voice. “Just like this morning,” he adds when Maru frowns.
“You didn´t . . .” Maru trails off, remembers how every time Ueda denied his ability it just powered him on. But he is not to be pushed around. “You were begging,” he grits his teeth and pulls at Ueda´s arm. Ueda doesn´t resist, lets himself be pulled closer to Nakamaru.
“Sometimes, that´s ok,” Ueda tells him as he grabs a handful of Nakamaru´s hair in his free hand and pulls. Maru hisses and flings his head back, just like Ueda probably wants him to. He still holds on to the other man´s wrist, now feeling the quickening of his heartbeat. At the same time Ueda just nuzzles his nose under Nakamaru´s jaw.
“I will not comply just because you want me to,” Ueda speaks out again before planting a small kiss on the side of Maru´s neck. He shivers and sighs when Ueda´s hand leaves his hair.
“I am not letting go of you,” Nakamaru insists when their eyes meet again. Silently, he ponders why Ueda had just done what he had wanted to do all along.
Ueda is clearly allowing the next kiss. Maru takes what he is given though, and this time his touches are gentle. He only caresses and heals. His lips are soft and slow, and he holds Ueda closer rather than clenching him in his grasp. He runs his hand through Ueda´s hair and feels Ueda´s hands moving down his spine and settling low on the small of his back. Nakamaru doesn´t know who is kissing and who is being kissed, who is leading and who is following, who gives and who takes and who starts and who finishes.
He doesn´t feel the need to know, when Ueda smiles into his hair.
“That´s fine,” Ueda tells him.
Ueda is willing to give Nakamaru the illusion of power again, but he has no intention of losing control of the situation. Then Nakamaru slowly inches down, his breath ghosting over Ueda´s chest, tongue darting out to barely taste the skin before he finds one nipple and sucks. It´s a shock to remember that he has no t-shirt on. Ueda´s eyes close, and the delusion he is chasing slips from his grasp.
Rating: NC 17
Group/Pairing: Maruda, Nakanishi, Akame . . . KAT-TUN´s gone crazy
Warnings: There´s too much sexual activity for my liking and Jin likes to fool around
Notes:When reading the original story I have wondered about some rather random namedropping in rather interesting situation, this is what have become of it. I hope I didn´t take it too far away and will be forgiven the liberties I took. Big thanks to my beta! This is the story behind one Nakamaru Yuichi - “oresama”
Link to Original Story: (In just seven days) I Can Make You A Man
Link to Original Writer: myxstorie writing @ japanese_romeo
Preface
“It´s pathetic,” Koki says as he follows Nakamaru´s line of vision. The man is currently watching Ueda change his clothes before dance practice.
“It´s not like I´m holding out for him, hoping to get noticed or anything,” Maru turns his head and focuses on the rapper.
“That, my friend, is what makes it so pathetic,” Koki snickers.
“Excuse me,” Maru feels offended. Not that he doesn´t think it´s pathetic that he´s been lusting after his bandmate for years now. Still, Koki´s logic is escaping him.
“Clearly you are capable of having some sort of sex life, so the fact that you haven´t ever tried to hit on Ueda is just … pathetic.” Koki is at a loss for a better word to describe the situation at hand.
Kame swirls a stray lock of his hair around his finger and eyes Jin, who is chatting up the new assistant. She is pretty, but Kame thinks that she could never sway her hips like he can. Nakamaru glances over to where Ueda´s fixing his hair for the last time, and understanding flashes in Kame´s eyes.
Master plan in the making
“So,” Kame slams down onto Jin´s thighs and then rolls his hips. Jin throws his head back, and Kame places one of his hands over his exposed neck.
“Are you still keeping Nakamaru happy?” Kame finishes after lifting up and pausing.
He knows Jin will look at him, if he holds out long enough. When he does look, Kame can feel his muscles trained and a vein pulsing on his neck. Jin is finally watching him. Just like he should be.
“He is fun,” Jin pants out and groans when Kame moves down onto him again. He thrusts up and places his hands on Kame´s hips to prevent any further interruption. And he doesn´t toy around, he thinks as Kame bites his ear and gets lazy, making Jin do all the work.
So he works for both of them, and Kame almost forgets where this conversation is going as Jin ups the tempo and becomes more forceful.
“He wants Ueda,” Kame whispers into Jin´s ear as he swirls his tongue around the earlobe.
“I wonder . . .” He moans as, suddenly, one of Jin´s hands is squeezing his hard cock. The force is almost brutal, as if Jin was punishing him. But he keeps on looking.
“. . . if he thinks of him when you two fuck.”
Jin presses a thumb into the slit of Kame´s cock, and the man shudders and comes with the next thrust. Jin doesn´t stop. He tumbles Kame over, pushes his legs up, and his hips snap hard and fast. He isn´t looking at Kame anymore, eyes shut, head thrown back and his fingers bruising Kame´s hips. Kame whimpers and chokes on his breath, and Jin leaves right after he is done.
Kame takes a shower and calls their manager. He needs to make sure that he has fired that annoying and incompetent assistant and hired someone new, capable and old.
The mission´s progress is measured in teacups
“How long have you been pining after Ueda?” Jin asks as he finishes his first cup of tea and conveniently goes to make another one. This way he doesn´t have to see Maru´s face when the words register.
“Jin, where´s the beat box CD I asked you to bring back to me. I want to take it before I forget.” The younger man hears the hurry in Maru´s step.
“What is this?” The older man walks back into the room holding lipstick in one hand and a CD in the other.
Shit, Jin tries to look confident, “Your CD that I have had at my apartment for about a year.”
“I found this in your bag,” Nakamaru says quietly, placing the bright red lipstick on the counter next to Jin, and refills his own cup. Jin flinches at the forced calmness in the tone.
“I have no idea how it got there,” he swears. “Really, no clue whatsoever!” He won´t let Yuichi walk away from this broken. The older man had always been kind to him, and if they are to go back to being only bandmates, Jin wants it to be those awkwardly friendly bandmates that had found it easy to be silly and flirt and drink. Besides, he needs Nakamaru to stay confident.
“Really?”
The tea tastes too bitter, and Jin figures that he had left the leaves in for too long. He dumps it out and sets to make another pot.
“Of course. Why would I need bright red lipstick anyway? Oh, I know . . .” with his back to Nakamaru, one might consider Jin a good actor, “the new assistant from the other day was kind of pushy. Maybe she put it in there. You know what these girls are capable of doing. Creeper.” Jin makes a mental note to make sure that the girl never appears in their near vicinity again. What a shame, she was pretty.
Nakamaru realizes his own tea is cold.
“Did it begin before we started, you know, or only after?” Jin asks, seeing an opportunity to go back to his original plan.
“Before his Gackt phase, I think. I thought it would stop then, but it didn´t,” Maru sighs defeated, “Then I thought the fairy phase would have done it. I mean, fairies are a huge turn off, but no, and now he is . . .”
“. . . beautiful,” Jin finishes and turns around to face Nakamaru properly. He is glad that the matter didn´t need more pressing. It is a sign that Maru knows when Jin is determined.
“So are you,” Jin smiles and hands Nakamaru another cup of tea. The older tilts his head and purses his lips in confusion. “You should go get him,” Jin adds in explanation.
“Are you breaking up with me?” Maru´s temper is rising while the color in his cheeks disappears.
“Have we ever dated?” Jin returns the question.
“No, that is exactly why . . .”
Jin cuts him off by clinking their cups together and taking a sip from his, still too hot and too weak drink.
“To your future efforts in finding a new friend with benefits,” he adds, grimacing as his tongue burns.
Maru scoffs.
“Shall I help you?” Jin suddenly lights up. This could be fun! Watching Ueda fall into some funny trap and observing Nakamaru as he clumsily tries to actively seduce someone.
“No,” Nakamaru blushes furiously, and Jin grins. It feels like old times again.
“Yes! We should devise a very complicated and elaborate plan and set it into motion and make sure Ueda thinks it is him in control and . . .”
“Jin,” Nakamaru reaches for his elbow but looks down immediately when Jin searches his face.
“Do you . . .” Jin feels out of place asking about love.
“No, I mean, it´s just a crush. No,” Nakamaru shakes his head as furiously as Jin did a moment ago when denying an unwelcomed truth.
“Okay,” Jin backs off and puts his cup down. “I should probably go now,” he concludes and doesn´t know how he feels about this whole situation. Screw Kame and his mind games. Or just Kame. He should be up and free tonight.
Nakamaru watches him go in silence. He breaks one of the cups when he washes them.
Intermission: Rumor is a key to every success
Nakamaru is often distracted, and Jin is disappointed. It seems that even Ueda sometimes throws a look in the taller man´s direction, but that´s all the progress there is. Nakamaru doesn´t want any help, and Kame gets prissy when Jin actually wants to talk about it during their alone time. At least the assistant has miraculously disappeared. Koki watches in amusement and tells Maru that, now, he has no excuse.
After a few weeks in which Nakamaru doesn´t let Jin tease him for his own entertainment, Jin has had enough. And he knows no better way of putting things into motion than starting a rumor. It is convenient that Maru is due to have a public one, so Jin goes for it. He personally thinks that “Nakamaru Yuichi - oresama” has been one of his better ideas. Pi agrees, and Kame scoffs at the time Jin is spending with his friend. Jin invites him along next time, and Kame feels somehow better when he gets involved in this whole Ueda and Maru should just fuck business because he admittedly might be responsible for Maru not getting any at the moment.
The manager in charge of Nakamaru´s rumor is slightly cautious. However, Akanishi Jin in cooperation with Kamenashi Kazuya and Yamashita Tomohisa is a power to be reckoned with, so he thinks twice about opposing or pointing out that the rumor is slightly unlikely. Besides, Jin assures him that in fact, when the right buttons are pressed, Nakamaru has the potential. The man really didn´t need to know that, but he does what he is asked.
When seeking a demonstration of power, resistance is crucial
Ueda finds the paper on his doorstep when he goes for a morning run. He flips through it, a bit puzzled, as he heads for the building exit. He does not make it that far. Spinning on his heel, he returns to his apartment, takes a shower and decides that today is a good day to go to work early.
After making himself comfortable on the sofa in their dressing room, he reads the article again. And again. For a moment there is a new fantasy playing in his head. This time Maru is much more pushy than awkward and uses his new strength to pin Ueda to some unidentifiable wall. The door opens and Nakamaru enters, and his step falters. Ueda takes his time folding the newspaper as his vision clears. This time, he wants reality to replace the fantasy.
“You can't even look at me without blushing. You want me, but you'd never do anything about it . . .”
This is what Ueda has become good at over the years. Provoking, pushing buttons, playing on the other person´s weaknesses. Having Nishikido Ryo as an opponent paid off. Besides, he´s known-he´s watched-Nakamaru for a long time. He knows exactly how to look, how to smirk and how to raise an eyebrow when the next words fall out of his lips.
“Prove it.”
Maru´s gaze burns his skin the same way it did the first time Ueda had felt it all those years back. It might have taken Ueda a while to figure out what those glances meant, but watching Nakamaru struggle now, as his own tongue gets caught between his lips, he knows exactly what the other man wants, and for once it seems like he will take it.
Finally
And Ueda´s back is colliding with the table top and his legs are wrapping around Maru and the pain feels perfect. The want had been consuming Ueda for some time now, images of just how Nakamaru would treat him, kiss him, fuck him, becoming more vivid with each passing day. All those fantasies had taken a sharp turn that morning because Yuichi, who had always been gentle and considerate, turning into a bossy and angry lover who would just take what he wanted was the hottest image to form inside Ueda´s head yet. Ueda might have said that the man creating the rumor had done a lousy job, but in fact, if Nakamaru´s fans had anything in common with Ueda, it had struck all the right places.
Just as Nakamaru stroking and touching and biting just a moment ago had struck Ueda so much that he has barely noticed the other man leaving him. Now Ueda is sprawled on the table, and Nakamaru is gone. Ueda can´t help but call for him.
“Shut up,” Nakamaru says with authority that has Ueda aching to obey. It excites him, yet only now does he properly take in his situation. Already on his stomach, shirt crumpled under his arms, jeans not pulled down properly, restraining his movement. And a slick finger already teasing.
Ueda´s mind is getting bleary as his body seeks more, feeling every touch, brush and probing of fingers twice as much when he can´t see and can´t move. When his body asks for more, Nakamaru holds him in place and slowly turns him into a writhing mass of long limbs and hot, sweaty skin. He ponders why it took so long for Maru to finally snap, for him to finally push Maru over the edge. There had been something holding Ueda back, but now all the restraints are gone. Now, he wants it that much more, this new Nakamaru that is proving a point.
Ueda is hoisted up on the table, and he feels himself shuddering when Maru has him on display like this, when his tongue joins his fingers. Ueda can´t decide if he wants more of this pleasure, of this seemingly endless teasing and denying when he´s so close to getting just what he wants. Maru makes that decision for him, once again ensuring that Ueda´s body is just where the older man wants it to be, and Ueda must admit that Nakamaru is doing a great job at proving his point.
Ueda almost forgets that he, too, wants something. He wants this man to be angry, to be commanding so that he can experience and see for himself what it is like when Nakamaru dominates. Ueda has watched Nakamaru fall deeper with every haircut he has ever tried, has seen him try to hide it, control it, ignore it and only sometimes indulge it by looking at-almost studying-Ueda and his body. Thus, begging, his body seeking Maru´s touch, and asking for it when Nakamaru presses him to is a gesture Ueda doesn´t mind making.
It´s only when Nakamaru mentions the rumor, the article, that Ueda realizes that admitting how good this already is might take it away.
His throat is dry, and his brain cells are slowly falling apart. Nakamaru´s hand pushing into the curve of his ass and his own heaving chest are making it hard to get even a syllable out.
"There's no way you could do it. You're not man enough."
Pain once again deepens his pleasure and encourages him to keep his stance as the skin on his thighs is scraped when his legs are yanked down, as Nakamaru presses into him and his belt digs into Ueda´s flesh. And Nakamaru is thicker, and he is feeling fuller and more owned, than he had ever dared to imagine. Still, Ueda is the one that determines what happens and how. Obeying doesn´t mean he is helpless.
Profanities and challenge falling off his lips have finally coaxed Nakamaru into moving faster and harder, and Ueda gives himself over, finally allowing himself to show Nakamaru how much he likes this. The burn, the pain, the pleasure searing through his body, Maru´s nails on his hips and the hard wood against his chest are pushing him closer to the edge.
It takes all of his determination to shake his head when Nakamaru demands the answer again. But this is too good to end, and Ueda can´t help being a little curious about how far he can push the other, about what else Nakamaru is willing to do to prove himself.
A sharp sting on his ass as Maru´s hand collides with his skin is all the answer he needs. He cries out and is told to be quiet and once again finds himself obeying, biting his arm as Nakamaru seems to lose control and just act. The table under him shakes and screeches, and Ueda´s need is pressing him closer to Maru. He seeks every contact, every touch he can get. The burn of the next slap enveloping his body is all that Ueda needs to shiver and come, his muscles convulsing and then slacking completely.
Ueda can´t believe that Nakamaru is still asking about this when he is lying on the table wondering if he wants to even get up. He doesn’t regret moving again when he finally gets up and turns around. Nakamaru´s eyes still full of lust and anger, his neck flushed and the little of his skin that is exposed shining with sweat, create a picture that Ueda wants to remember, wants to see again. As he devours the other, he notices his embarrassment, makes a show of checking everything out and thinks that he now knows just what to do to make this happen again.
“We´ll work on it,” he laughs, and Maru practically storms off into the nearest bathroom to hide from the gaze, to fix himself up and to think of the quickest escape route to Australia.
Behind every man there is …
Junno´s smile is as bright as ever, but he has a reason to grin this morning. He read a funny rumor about Nakamaru on his way to work today then received a private show that proved how much truth there could be in that rumor, and boy was it exciting to watch Ueda fall apart as Maru pounded into him.
Nakamaru has straightened his clothes, washed his face and pinched himself, and now he is looking into a mirror. While he shakes his head, he completely misses Junno coming in and making his way to stand next to him.
“Are you okay? Nakamaru-kun?” He asks and touches his shoulder to get his attention. Nakamaru is startled, and his eyes flicker between himself and Junno in the mirror.
“Don´t worry about it,” Junno says as he nonchalantly washes his hands. “I think that Ueda actually likes to be dominated. He likes a little of pain and challenge. You did great.”
Junno´s smile turns into a smirk for just a moment before it is back to that slightly oblivious smile. He makes sure to be gone in the blink an eye. He heads back into the dressing room, and a smug look settles over his features. It had been so easy: letting the result of his observations slip in between two rounds of video games played with Koki, raising an eyebrow at Kame when he says that Jin will never stop fooling around and mentioning Nakamaru´s new, strong body more often when on standby for a photoshoot with Ueda, who is already hooked anyway. Maybe in the future he could say that he also likes to play with puppets when asked about his hobbies.
Pushing the buttons of his game console and pushing human beings feels very similar. There is the same thrill, the same quickening of the pulse and the same satisfaction at the end of the game. Next time, he should find out how hard it is to push pause and how much he can cheat in this new favorite game of his.
In control
Nakamaru congratulates himself for somehow keeping his face for the rest of the day. Only now, the full weight of his rumor settles over him; combined with Ueda´s unwavering look that silently watches him from afar, the reality has Maru suffocating.
He shakes his head yet again to get the image of Ueda writhing under him-a babbling mess of human form, fingers gripping the edge of the table, a tear running down his cheek. He realizes that he will not succeed unless he acts, unless he does something.
Nakamaru, please . . . echoes in Maru´s head, and he remembers Junno´s words. The next moment he is in his car, heading over to Ueda´s place without any invitation, without any prior notification and without a clue as to what he is going to say. He could always just act. If anger and harsh treatment are what will give him the chance to be with Ueda again, then maybe he should just shut up and make the best of it. What would he say anyway? Hi, Ueda! I´ve been wanting to have sex with you for years now. Today was amazing. Let´s do it again!
Now!
Maru blushes only imagining the smug look that would probably appear on Ueda´s face. Then he would tell him that he had just been joking about working on it and that he wasn´t interested. But Nakamaru is a man, and he will act like one, showing Ueda that he can provide just what he wants. This time he will be in control from the start. Spouting and probably swallowing his tongue while trying to talk about what is behind the lust and the sex is not going to get him anywhere. Not with Ueda.
By the time he is knocking on Ueda´s apartment door, he is worked up. He feels a rush of adrenaline powering his body and mind, and a vein throbs on his temple. When Ueda opens the door, Nakamaru doesn´t greet him and take his shoes off in the genkan like he would normally have done. Nakamaru takes a firm hold of Ueda´s shoulder and backs him into his own apartment. Nakamaru launches forward, catching Ueda´s lips in between his teeth and biting.
He had always wanted to do it, gently bite and suck and make them swollen.
Now he bites hard and makes Ueda gasp in pain. Nakamaru kicks the door closed and keeps on backing Ueda up until they collide with a wall. By then, Nakamaru has his tongue in Ueda´s mouth, fast and dominating, taking everything and more and robbing Ueda of his breath and hopefully any coherent and sane thought he could have of stopping Nakamaru. Ueda´s back hits a hard surface, and his body bounces back towards Nakamaru for the second time that day.
This morning Ueda had arched into his touch and allowed Nakamaru to devour his skin. Maru now searches for the marks he had left. He feels like kissing, gently nuzzling them in order to soothe them, make them better.
Nakamaru bites those same places, sucks at the already red patches of skin. Ueda´s hands shoot to his chest and push . . . push, and Ueda´s nails dig into Maru´s shirt, and there is strength and resistance that wasn´t there this morning. And Maru struggles, because Ueda wants him like this, domineering. But Ueda doesn´t stop trying to put some distance in between them. There is only so much Nakamaru can do to uphold his newly acquired reputation. He loosens his grip on the other and steps back.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” Ueda glares at him from behind the hair falling into his eyes. His eyes are dark, and his lips are red and shiny, and Nakamaru stares.
“You . . . this is what you want,” he manages in the end.
Ueda pushes himself off the wall and steps back into Maru´s personal space, the older man feeling his body heat and his breath that is still a little fast on his skin. Ueda runs his hand down Nakamaru´s chest, and Maru shivers.
“Maybe I do . . . sometimes,” Ueda whispers against his lips. Maru is no amateur, he knows the other will come onto him, and he doesn´t wait for him. He meets Ueda halfway in a kiss, his hands returning to his hip and around his waist, pressing them back against each other.
He is stopped yet again, when he takes Ueda´s t-shirt off. The other uses the fact that Nakamaru is holding the fabric and not his body for a moment and steps back and then around Nakamaru, making his way into the kitchen.
Nakamaru follows him with his eyes, and his arm instinctively shoots out to stop Ueda. He grasps Ueda´s wrist, and the man turns to look at him and raises an eyebrow.
“Let go,” Ueda orders.
“What if I don´t,” Maru spits back, surprised by the annoyance and anger in his voice.
Ueda is looking straight into Nakamaru´s eyes, challenge and determination shining from Ueda´s own. They just stand there, waiting for the other to give up, to surrender.
“I don´t want to let go,” Nakamaru says at the end, squeezing the wrist even tighter.
“I still have the power to make you,” Ueda counters, his voice just above whisper. His features are still hard, in total contrast to the soft tone of his voice. “Just like this morning,” he adds when Maru frowns.
“You didn´t . . .” Maru trails off, remembers how every time Ueda denied his ability it just powered him on. But he is not to be pushed around. “You were begging,” he grits his teeth and pulls at Ueda´s arm. Ueda doesn´t resist, lets himself be pulled closer to Nakamaru.
“Sometimes, that´s ok,” Ueda tells him as he grabs a handful of Nakamaru´s hair in his free hand and pulls. Maru hisses and flings his head back, just like Ueda probably wants him to. He still holds on to the other man´s wrist, now feeling the quickening of his heartbeat. At the same time Ueda just nuzzles his nose under Nakamaru´s jaw.
“I will not comply just because you want me to,” Ueda speaks out again before planting a small kiss on the side of Maru´s neck. He shivers and sighs when Ueda´s hand leaves his hair.
“I am not letting go of you,” Nakamaru insists when their eyes meet again. Silently, he ponders why Ueda had just done what he had wanted to do all along.
Ueda is clearly allowing the next kiss. Maru takes what he is given though, and this time his touches are gentle. He only caresses and heals. His lips are soft and slow, and he holds Ueda closer rather than clenching him in his grasp. He runs his hand through Ueda´s hair and feels Ueda´s hands moving down his spine and settling low on the small of his back. Nakamaru doesn´t know who is kissing and who is being kissed, who is leading and who is following, who gives and who takes and who starts and who finishes.
He doesn´t feel the need to know, when Ueda smiles into his hair.
“That´s fine,” Ueda tells him.
Ueda is willing to give Nakamaru the illusion of power again, but he has no intention of losing control of the situation. Then Nakamaru slowly inches down, his breath ghosting over Ueda´s chest, tongue darting out to barely taste the skin before he finds one nipple and sucks. It´s a shock to remember that he has no t-shirt on. Ueda´s eyes close, and the delusion he is chasing slips from his grasp.