Secret Weapon
Hi, guys! ^^ I'm finally posting a fic! Yay! :D
Unfortunately (to some), it's not Hey! Say! JUMP-related. :( However, this one-shot has helped me get back into the writing spirit, so I'm very grateful to it! I hope there are some Kanjani8 fans out there because this is based on their characters from the 8UPPERS movie, which I just watched recently! I liked it a lot and got very inspired! (Plus my roommate is a huge fan of Nishikido Ryo and I'm a huge fan of Okura Tadayoshi, so that was also helpful...Yay biases! ^^;;)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!
Secret Weapon
Ace took one look at the man named Johnny standing behind the counter at the Eight bar and started laughing. He really knew he shouldn’t, but for some reason, seeing the young man standing there, mixing drinks, he felt his mind flicker to thoughts of how stupid Johnny’s role was in comparison to the rest of the assassins that made up the 8Uppers. While Gum and Arsenal were known as the big guns in terms of killing capacity, he, Jacky, and Toppo were also pretty impressive. At least the three of them were actually physically capable of taking out enemies, unlike Johnny, who really had nothing going for him. Even Mac, the only other 8Upper without much fighting skill, had his deviously ingenious schemes to keep him in the game. Johnny just had his women.
Perhaps Ace was feeling particularly bitter that day, but for some reason, he found himself thinking about how thankful he was that he wasn’t the one seen by the other 8Uppers as being completely useless. He allowed himself to continue on his ego trip, and as he strode into the Eight, shirtless and smoking a cigarette, he felt as if he was king of the world. At least my secret weapon is something cool that shows off how strong I am, Ace thought, ruffling his tousled hair that was still matted with sleep. I would much rather fight my enemies straight on with my fists than by defeating them with a lame a tactic as seducing their women.
Upon hearing Ace’s earlier outburst, Johnny looked up from what he was doing, his eyes inquisitive. “Is there something wrong, Ace?” he asked, his voice smooth. Even though he didn’t show it, Ace could detect a hint of a threat in the undertones of Johnny’s seemingly simple question.
“Nah, nothing’s wrong,” he replied, a smirk forming around the cigarette. “I was just thinking about the secret weapons of the 8Uppers…and how mine totally owns yours.”
“Owns mine?” asked Johnny with a glimmer in his eye. “Now, what do you mean by that?”
Ace laughed, removing the cigarette from his mouth as he drawled, “Well, as we both know, I’m known for my boxing skills.”
“Yeah?”
“While you’re just known for being good with the ladies.”
Johnny brushed a lock of perfectly groomed hair from his face. “So? I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at. How do your boxing skills ‘own’ my seduction skills?” He tilted his head to one side, and Ace noticed for the first time that the glimmer in Johnny’s eyes was now gone. Instead, his features now bore an expression that bordered on condescension. “It doesn’t make any sense…especially when the said boxer never seems to win in a fight.” With an ease that made the whole situation even more infuriating to Ace, Johnny turned his attention away from the boxer and back to the drink he was mixing. “At least I am successful in what I do,” he continued, completely disregarding the other’s presence.
“Yeah, successful at being a man-whore!” Ace countered heatedly, annoyed at Johnny’s insultingly indifferent behavior. “How can you take pride in a thing like that? You don’t have to work hard to do anything; you just sell your looks!” Ace turned away, grumbling half to himself and half to Johnny, “It’s not as if your looks are anything special anyways. I don’t understand how you can get all those women to fall for you with your secret weapon. It’s ridiculous!”
“Oh, really?”
As soon as the words left Johnny’s mouth, Ace heard some scuffling noises behind him. But before he could turn around, he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his hips, pulling him backwards toward the solid warmth of another body. Ace turned his head toward his captor in surprise, and was immediately struck by how close in proximity the two of them were. Suddenly, Ace felt acutely aware of how tantalizingly seductive Johnny’s scent was and how the line of the taller man’s body seemed to fit with his own so flawlessly. But even before his brain could register all this, he found his eyes enthralled by how beautiful Johnny’s perfectly formed features were and how those dark eyes seemed to suck him in, making him forget all thoughts of protest. Johnny chuckled, his lips curling into an all-knowing smirk, and Ace couldn’t help but notice how full and soft those lips looked and how wonderfully kissable they must be, even as he felt the vibrations of Johnny’s amusement tickling against his bare skin. He shivered slightly, unnerved by how defenseless he felt and how much control the other man seemed to have on him at the moment.
However, this thought and any others that he could have possibly had were immediately banished from his mind as Johnny slowly traced a delicate finger from Ace’s hips to his abs, his finger running along each well-defined ridge. As he did so, the taller man leaned in so that his lips were mere millimeters away, his breath warm against Ace’s ear as he whispered, “What were you saying about my looks being nothing special? Because, it seems to me -” Johnny stopped his movements and drew away slightly, causing Ace let out an unsuppressed whimper of desire. “-that they seemed to work on you.”
Ace cleared his throat as he tried to collect himself, turning to face Johnny. “What are you talking about? What just happened right now, it wasn’t anything! I mean, you didn’t…Uh…I mean, I didn’t…” He cast about him for something to say, but his mind drew a blank. He saw Johnny raise a knowing eyebrow. Ace groaned inwardly; he knew he had lost this battle. “Fine,” he muttered, “so maybe your secret weapon isn’t that stupid after all. You win.”
Johnny grinned. “It’s about time you saw things my way.” He took a step forward and reached out a hand, caressing Ace’s face tenderly. “Now, here’s a reward for being such a good boy.”
Ace looked back at him blankly, obviously confused by Johnny’s statement. Johnny chuckled again, amused by Ace’s apparent lack of understanding, and leaned forward to press those full lips gently against Ace’s. However, much to Johnny’s surprise, things didn’t end there. Instead, Ace continued what Johnny had started by eagerly moving his lips against Johnny’s, pulling the taller man’s face down closer to his own so he could deepen the kiss, their lips parting so they could go even further.
When they finally pulled free from each other due to lack of air, both men stared at each other for a long minute before Johnny finally broke the silence. “Well, that was unexpected,” he stated plainly, even though the situation was anything but.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that! This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you! It’s your fault for being so damn…sexy,” muttered Ace, looking away, glad that his tanned skin wouldn’t betray how much he was actually blushing. “I never thought I would have such strong feelings of longing for a kiss from another man.”
Johnny laughed. “I guess I’ve turned you over to the dark side,” he joked, winking at Ace.
Ace aimed a playful punch at Johnny’s shoulder. “Oh, shut up. I never said anything about doing this again…for any reason.” Ace ignored the knowing look that crossed Johnny’s face for the third time that day. “Oh, and for the record, we’re not telling any of the other 8Uppers about this.”
“What are you not telling the rest of us about?” asked Gum’s unmistakably bright voice.
Ace and Johnny spun around, and saw the other five members of the 8Uppers standing their behind them. “How long have you guys been there?” demanded Ace, suddenly looking rather flustered.
“Long enough to witness your little make out session,” muttered Arsenal darkly, looking about ready to claw his own eyes out.
“Geez, Ace. I never pinned you down as a homo,” said Jacky, shaking his head. “Now, I’m going to have to keep a much closer eye on the two of you.”
Toppo giggled, his eyes disappearing into half-moons behind his neon green-framed glasses. “Yeah, I was shocked too, especially since Ace always seem to be so gung-ho about being all macho and stuff!”
Mac walked over, putting a hand on both Ace and Johnny’s shoulders. “Now, being ‘macho’ has nothing to do with this kind of situation! As long as this thing you guys have for each other doesn’t interfere with our work as 8Uppers, I'm fine with it…Just when things get too unbearable, please get a room.”
Ace opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, the other five 8Uppers had disappeared into different rooms, leaving him all alone at the bar with Johnny once more. Ace turned and glared at Johnny. “This is all your fault.”
Johnny smiled, completely unperturbed by Ace’s irritation.
“I know.”
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Yay for my first Kanjani8 fic! *throws imaginary streamers*
Unfortunately (to some), it's not Hey! Say! JUMP-related. :( However, this one-shot has helped me get back into the writing spirit, so I'm very grateful to it! I hope there are some Kanjani8 fans out there because this is based on their characters from the 8UPPERS movie, which I just watched recently! I liked it a lot and got very inspired! (Plus my roommate is a huge fan of Nishikido Ryo and I'm a huge fan of Okura Tadayoshi, so that was also helpful...Yay biases! ^^;;)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!
Secret Weapon
Ace took one look at the man named Johnny standing behind the counter at the Eight bar and started laughing. He really knew he shouldn’t, but for some reason, seeing the young man standing there, mixing drinks, he felt his mind flicker to thoughts of how stupid Johnny’s role was in comparison to the rest of the assassins that made up the 8Uppers. While Gum and Arsenal were known as the big guns in terms of killing capacity, he, Jacky, and Toppo were also pretty impressive. At least the three of them were actually physically capable of taking out enemies, unlike Johnny, who really had nothing going for him. Even Mac, the only other 8Upper without much fighting skill, had his deviously ingenious schemes to keep him in the game. Johnny just had his women.
Perhaps Ace was feeling particularly bitter that day, but for some reason, he found himself thinking about how thankful he was that he wasn’t the one seen by the other 8Uppers as being completely useless. He allowed himself to continue on his ego trip, and as he strode into the Eight, shirtless and smoking a cigarette, he felt as if he was king of the world. At least my secret weapon is something cool that shows off how strong I am, Ace thought, ruffling his tousled hair that was still matted with sleep. I would much rather fight my enemies straight on with my fists than by defeating them with a lame a tactic as seducing their women.
Upon hearing Ace’s earlier outburst, Johnny looked up from what he was doing, his eyes inquisitive. “Is there something wrong, Ace?” he asked, his voice smooth. Even though he didn’t show it, Ace could detect a hint of a threat in the undertones of Johnny’s seemingly simple question.
“Nah, nothing’s wrong,” he replied, a smirk forming around the cigarette. “I was just thinking about the secret weapons of the 8Uppers…and how mine totally owns yours.”
“Owns mine?” asked Johnny with a glimmer in his eye. “Now, what do you mean by that?”
Ace laughed, removing the cigarette from his mouth as he drawled, “Well, as we both know, I’m known for my boxing skills.”
“Yeah?”
“While you’re just known for being good with the ladies.”
Johnny brushed a lock of perfectly groomed hair from his face. “So? I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at. How do your boxing skills ‘own’ my seduction skills?” He tilted his head to one side, and Ace noticed for the first time that the glimmer in Johnny’s eyes was now gone. Instead, his features now bore an expression that bordered on condescension. “It doesn’t make any sense…especially when the said boxer never seems to win in a fight.” With an ease that made the whole situation even more infuriating to Ace, Johnny turned his attention away from the boxer and back to the drink he was mixing. “At least I am successful in what I do,” he continued, completely disregarding the other’s presence.
“Yeah, successful at being a man-whore!” Ace countered heatedly, annoyed at Johnny’s insultingly indifferent behavior. “How can you take pride in a thing like that? You don’t have to work hard to do anything; you just sell your looks!” Ace turned away, grumbling half to himself and half to Johnny, “It’s not as if your looks are anything special anyways. I don’t understand how you can get all those women to fall for you with your secret weapon. It’s ridiculous!”
“Oh, really?”
As soon as the words left Johnny’s mouth, Ace heard some scuffling noises behind him. But before he could turn around, he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his hips, pulling him backwards toward the solid warmth of another body. Ace turned his head toward his captor in surprise, and was immediately struck by how close in proximity the two of them were. Suddenly, Ace felt acutely aware of how tantalizingly seductive Johnny’s scent was and how the line of the taller man’s body seemed to fit with his own so flawlessly. But even before his brain could register all this, he found his eyes enthralled by how beautiful Johnny’s perfectly formed features were and how those dark eyes seemed to suck him in, making him forget all thoughts of protest. Johnny chuckled, his lips curling into an all-knowing smirk, and Ace couldn’t help but notice how full and soft those lips looked and how wonderfully kissable they must be, even as he felt the vibrations of Johnny’s amusement tickling against his bare skin. He shivered slightly, unnerved by how defenseless he felt and how much control the other man seemed to have on him at the moment.
However, this thought and any others that he could have possibly had were immediately banished from his mind as Johnny slowly traced a delicate finger from Ace’s hips to his abs, his finger running along each well-defined ridge. As he did so, the taller man leaned in so that his lips were mere millimeters away, his breath warm against Ace’s ear as he whispered, “What were you saying about my looks being nothing special? Because, it seems to me -” Johnny stopped his movements and drew away slightly, causing Ace let out an unsuppressed whimper of desire. “-that they seemed to work on you.”
Ace cleared his throat as he tried to collect himself, turning to face Johnny. “What are you talking about? What just happened right now, it wasn’t anything! I mean, you didn’t…Uh…I mean, I didn’t…” He cast about him for something to say, but his mind drew a blank. He saw Johnny raise a knowing eyebrow. Ace groaned inwardly; he knew he had lost this battle. “Fine,” he muttered, “so maybe your secret weapon isn’t that stupid after all. You win.”
Johnny grinned. “It’s about time you saw things my way.” He took a step forward and reached out a hand, caressing Ace’s face tenderly. “Now, here’s a reward for being such a good boy.”
Ace looked back at him blankly, obviously confused by Johnny’s statement. Johnny chuckled again, amused by Ace’s apparent lack of understanding, and leaned forward to press those full lips gently against Ace’s. However, much to Johnny’s surprise, things didn’t end there. Instead, Ace continued what Johnny had started by eagerly moving his lips against Johnny’s, pulling the taller man’s face down closer to his own so he could deepen the kiss, their lips parting so they could go even further.
When they finally pulled free from each other due to lack of air, both men stared at each other for a long minute before Johnny finally broke the silence. “Well, that was unexpected,” he stated plainly, even though the situation was anything but.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that! This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you! It’s your fault for being so damn…sexy,” muttered Ace, looking away, glad that his tanned skin wouldn’t betray how much he was actually blushing. “I never thought I would have such strong feelings of longing for a kiss from another man.”
Johnny laughed. “I guess I’ve turned you over to the dark side,” he joked, winking at Ace.
Ace aimed a playful punch at Johnny’s shoulder. “Oh, shut up. I never said anything about doing this again…for any reason.” Ace ignored the knowing look that crossed Johnny’s face for the third time that day. “Oh, and for the record, we’re not telling any of the other 8Uppers about this.”
“What are you not telling the rest of us about?” asked Gum’s unmistakably bright voice.
Ace and Johnny spun around, and saw the other five members of the 8Uppers standing their behind them. “How long have you guys been there?” demanded Ace, suddenly looking rather flustered.
“Long enough to witness your little make out session,” muttered Arsenal darkly, looking about ready to claw his own eyes out.
“Geez, Ace. I never pinned you down as a homo,” said Jacky, shaking his head. “Now, I’m going to have to keep a much closer eye on the two of you.”
Toppo giggled, his eyes disappearing into half-moons behind his neon green-framed glasses. “Yeah, I was shocked too, especially since Ace always seem to be so gung-ho about being all macho and stuff!”
Mac walked over, putting a hand on both Ace and Johnny’s shoulders. “Now, being ‘macho’ has nothing to do with this kind of situation! As long as this thing you guys have for each other doesn’t interfere with our work as 8Uppers, I'm fine with it…Just when things get too unbearable, please get a room.”
Ace opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, the other five 8Uppers had disappeared into different rooms, leaving him all alone at the bar with Johnny once more. Ace turned and glared at Johnny. “This is all your fault.”
Johnny smiled, completely unperturbed by Ace’s irritation.
“I know.”
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Yay for my first Kanjani8 fic! *throws imaginary streamers*