[fic] Pieces - 1/1
Title: Pieces
Pairing: Niya x Sakito
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish.
Notes: Trade with izon_no_niwa for a new desktop wallpaper~ This is based on the song Evidence by Urbandub (lyrics only, not the video). Hope you like it! ♥
“Say…did you even want to go back to just being friends?” Sakito’s question was theoretical and flippant. He rolled over onto his stomach in the grass with a faintly musing expression on his pretty features. Between two idle fingers he plucked a thin green razor off the neat park lawn and tugged down the corner of his shirt that had been dislocated a little too high on his torso. There were dandelion puffs in his smooth brown hair and a grass stain on his butt from being tackled earlier. If Sakito noticed, he would probably insist on going home to change.
Niya smirked, and kept the secret to himself. His attention returned to the sudden conversation. “No, I like it this way better. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. I was just curious.” The answer was followed by a reassuring smile, Sakito’s teeth gleaming white in the bright sun. That smile could warm his blood on the coldest of days, Niya thought, lying on his side with head propped on one hand. Finding love in his best friend in the world was more than he could ever have asked for, yet that was fact rather than fairy tale.
“By the way, I have to run some errands later. Er…you can come if you want, but it would be just boring things like going to the Laundromat and picking up some kitchen cleaner.” Sakito grimaced slightly, causing Niya to chuckle. “It shouldn’t take too long, though.”
Of course, he should have known Niya would say no. Errands and chores were not high on his list of favorite things to do. Besides, the time alone would allow him to pause and catch his breath from the whirlwind romance the two were sharing. “I think I’ll pass today. But I’ll make dinner tonight since you’re taking care of that.”
“Deal~” Sakito replied, planting a quick kiss on Niya’s cheek as he sat up.
** * *
Niya tapped his foot impatiently, trying to alleviate some of the worry that was threatening to overcome him. The dinner spread he had so carefully prepared - albeit half of it was burnt, but he tried his best - had gone cold an hour ago. Where was Sakito? His phone was on, but he wasn’t answering. It wasn’t late enough to panic; surely the Laundromat was busy, or there was a long line at the grocery store, or another inane thing to hold him up for so long. Still, Niya couldn’t quell the niggling feeling that something was amiss.
For the tenth time, he punched Sakito’s number and listened to it ring and go to the answered service. He’d already left a message, so there was no use in leaving another. Sighing in exasperation, Niya put down his phone a little harder than he intended, knocking one of the plates to the floor. “Well, shit,” he said out loud.
It was a full minute before he could bring himself to bend down and start cleaning up the mess, and he was interrupted by the quiet click of apartment door, indicating Sakito’s return. Immediately, Niya dropped what he was doing and rushed over, heart practically in his throat until he saw that his lover was still in one piece. Startled by his sudden appearance, Sakito looked like a deer in headlights, stopped in the middle of taking off his shoes.
“Thank god…. Where have you been? It’s almost nine o’clock!” Niya rested a hand on the other’s slender arm, feeling the tension in his muscles as he searched his face worriedly.
There was a few seconds of silence while Sakito finished removing his shoes and straightened up. He smiled, but Niya thought there was something odd and unfocused, almost muzzy, in his normally clear gaze. “I’m fine, I just got stuck waiting for the bus is all.”
“I’ve been trying to call you….”
Sakito blinked and then reached into his pocket for his phone. “Ah…” He looked sheepishly at the screen and cleared the missed calls. “I forgot to turn the ringer on….”
“Scatterbrain…” Niya muttered, releasing the breath he had been holding and finding Sakito’s hand with his own to lead him over to the kitchen table. “Come on, I’ll reheat your dinner.”
Sakito followed obediently, closing his fingers around his lover’s tightly. It wasn’t until after they had gone to bed and Niya lay unsatisfied and unable to sleep that he realized Sakito hadn’t been carting any bags of laundry or shopping with him.
** * *
“Is something wrong?” Niya’s lips stopped at one jutting hip, and he looked up towards his lover’s face. He hadn’t heard a single peep from Sakito since they’d gotten in bed, which was unusual when the other knew how much it turned him on to hear the little mewls and gasps of pleasure.
“Hmm?” Sakito’s eyes were closed, but he tilted his head towards the voice.
“What’s up? You seem distracted tonight.” Taking the opportunity to finish undressing, Niya then leaned over and ran his free hand over Sakito’s bare skin. Silky to the touch, he would never get enough of the supple feel under his palm.
“I’m just kind of tired, that’s all.” To emphasize his point, Sakito yawned, and stifled it with his hand, but Niya could tell it was a fake gesture.
The hand perusing his ribs trailed down and stroked the inside of one perfectly sculpted thigh, teasing gently in an attempt to get a response out of him. “Saki…I’ve been waiting a week for you to be not tired.”
Finally, he opened his eyes, and rolled them with a dramatic sigh followed by a light chuckle. “Alright, alright….” That wasn’t exactly the response Niya was looking for, but it was as good as green light for him to continue. But while the heat of Sakito’s skin was there, and he moaned Niya’s name as he came, it was like a piece of his attention was still focused on something else. Niya moved erratically, his breathing ragged, finding release despite the frayed connection they seemed to have that night.
“I love you, Sakito,” he breathed long minutes later, trying to still the extra thumps in his heartbeat.
Sakito stroked his hair absently, mostly asleep. “Mmhm…”
** * *
If he had known, or put the puzzle together, Niya wouldn’t have bothered to come home that night from the bar. As it was, he was early, hoping to spend quality time with the man he loved, the piece of heaven he called his own waiting at their apartment for him after saying he wasn’t in the mood to drink that night. Through the window, the lamplight silhouetted the unmistakable twist of two bodies locked together up against the edge of the wall, one foreign and one painfully familiar shape.
Niya’s key turned in the lock under his trembling hand, a morbid involuntary action when the rest of him wanted to turn away until he could pretend it wasn’t happening. But he opened the door anyway, face a blank mask barely covering the hurricane inside. Sakito could see him over the other man’s shoulder when he opened his eyes at the sound of the door, and he let out a strangled groan of utter horror. He was paralyzed for the moment, recognition piercing though the haze of lust in his dark eyes. “No, Niya-” was all he managed to whisper before he was gone, closing the door behind him as quietly as he had opened it.
However much he wished it, Niya’s love wasn’t gone. He wanted it to be gone, but it lingered there, eating away at his heart days later, though he couldn’t bring himself to see Sakito again. Niya burned through a pack of cigarettes, one perfect white cylinder for each mark left on his spirit. He sat in the dark, in a musty hotel armchair, and played the images over and over again until they had nearly lost all meaning. But that was what he wanted, to loose meaning. Maybe that way he would somehow be able to go back with a blank slate and be lost in Sakito’s sultry dark eyes as if they were meeting for the first time. Maybe somehow he could forget how he caught the love of his life in the arms of another.
Pairing: Niya x Sakito
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish.
Notes: Trade with izon_no_niwa for a new desktop wallpaper~ This is based on the song Evidence by Urbandub (lyrics only, not the video). Hope you like it! ♥
“Say…did you even want to go back to just being friends?” Sakito’s question was theoretical and flippant. He rolled over onto his stomach in the grass with a faintly musing expression on his pretty features. Between two idle fingers he plucked a thin green razor off the neat park lawn and tugged down the corner of his shirt that had been dislocated a little too high on his torso. There were dandelion puffs in his smooth brown hair and a grass stain on his butt from being tackled earlier. If Sakito noticed, he would probably insist on going home to change.
Niya smirked, and kept the secret to himself. His attention returned to the sudden conversation. “No, I like it this way better. Why?”
“Oh, no reason. I was just curious.” The answer was followed by a reassuring smile, Sakito’s teeth gleaming white in the bright sun. That smile could warm his blood on the coldest of days, Niya thought, lying on his side with head propped on one hand. Finding love in his best friend in the world was more than he could ever have asked for, yet that was fact rather than fairy tale.
“By the way, I have to run some errands later. Er…you can come if you want, but it would be just boring things like going to the Laundromat and picking up some kitchen cleaner.” Sakito grimaced slightly, causing Niya to chuckle. “It shouldn’t take too long, though.”
Of course, he should have known Niya would say no. Errands and chores were not high on his list of favorite things to do. Besides, the time alone would allow him to pause and catch his breath from the whirlwind romance the two were sharing. “I think I’ll pass today. But I’ll make dinner tonight since you’re taking care of that.”
“Deal~” Sakito replied, planting a quick kiss on Niya’s cheek as he sat up.
** * *
Niya tapped his foot impatiently, trying to alleviate some of the worry that was threatening to overcome him. The dinner spread he had so carefully prepared - albeit half of it was burnt, but he tried his best - had gone cold an hour ago. Where was Sakito? His phone was on, but he wasn’t answering. It wasn’t late enough to panic; surely the Laundromat was busy, or there was a long line at the grocery store, or another inane thing to hold him up for so long. Still, Niya couldn’t quell the niggling feeling that something was amiss.
For the tenth time, he punched Sakito’s number and listened to it ring and go to the answered service. He’d already left a message, so there was no use in leaving another. Sighing in exasperation, Niya put down his phone a little harder than he intended, knocking one of the plates to the floor. “Well, shit,” he said out loud.
It was a full minute before he could bring himself to bend down and start cleaning up the mess, and he was interrupted by the quiet click of apartment door, indicating Sakito’s return. Immediately, Niya dropped what he was doing and rushed over, heart practically in his throat until he saw that his lover was still in one piece. Startled by his sudden appearance, Sakito looked like a deer in headlights, stopped in the middle of taking off his shoes.
“Thank god…. Where have you been? It’s almost nine o’clock!” Niya rested a hand on the other’s slender arm, feeling the tension in his muscles as he searched his face worriedly.
There was a few seconds of silence while Sakito finished removing his shoes and straightened up. He smiled, but Niya thought there was something odd and unfocused, almost muzzy, in his normally clear gaze. “I’m fine, I just got stuck waiting for the bus is all.”
“I’ve been trying to call you….”
Sakito blinked and then reached into his pocket for his phone. “Ah…” He looked sheepishly at the screen and cleared the missed calls. “I forgot to turn the ringer on….”
“Scatterbrain…” Niya muttered, releasing the breath he had been holding and finding Sakito’s hand with his own to lead him over to the kitchen table. “Come on, I’ll reheat your dinner.”
Sakito followed obediently, closing his fingers around his lover’s tightly. It wasn’t until after they had gone to bed and Niya lay unsatisfied and unable to sleep that he realized Sakito hadn’t been carting any bags of laundry or shopping with him.
** * *
“Is something wrong?” Niya’s lips stopped at one jutting hip, and he looked up towards his lover’s face. He hadn’t heard a single peep from Sakito since they’d gotten in bed, which was unusual when the other knew how much it turned him on to hear the little mewls and gasps of pleasure.
“Hmm?” Sakito’s eyes were closed, but he tilted his head towards the voice.
“What’s up? You seem distracted tonight.” Taking the opportunity to finish undressing, Niya then leaned over and ran his free hand over Sakito’s bare skin. Silky to the touch, he would never get enough of the supple feel under his palm.
“I’m just kind of tired, that’s all.” To emphasize his point, Sakito yawned, and stifled it with his hand, but Niya could tell it was a fake gesture.
The hand perusing his ribs trailed down and stroked the inside of one perfectly sculpted thigh, teasing gently in an attempt to get a response out of him. “Saki…I’ve been waiting a week for you to be not tired.”
Finally, he opened his eyes, and rolled them with a dramatic sigh followed by a light chuckle. “Alright, alright….” That wasn’t exactly the response Niya was looking for, but it was as good as green light for him to continue. But while the heat of Sakito’s skin was there, and he moaned Niya’s name as he came, it was like a piece of his attention was still focused on something else. Niya moved erratically, his breathing ragged, finding release despite the frayed connection they seemed to have that night.
“I love you, Sakito,” he breathed long minutes later, trying to still the extra thumps in his heartbeat.
Sakito stroked his hair absently, mostly asleep. “Mmhm…”
** * *
If he had known, or put the puzzle together, Niya wouldn’t have bothered to come home that night from the bar. As it was, he was early, hoping to spend quality time with the man he loved, the piece of heaven he called his own waiting at their apartment for him after saying he wasn’t in the mood to drink that night. Through the window, the lamplight silhouetted the unmistakable twist of two bodies locked together up against the edge of the wall, one foreign and one painfully familiar shape.
Niya’s key turned in the lock under his trembling hand, a morbid involuntary action when the rest of him wanted to turn away until he could pretend it wasn’t happening. But he opened the door anyway, face a blank mask barely covering the hurricane inside. Sakito could see him over the other man’s shoulder when he opened his eyes at the sound of the door, and he let out a strangled groan of utter horror. He was paralyzed for the moment, recognition piercing though the haze of lust in his dark eyes. “No, Niya-” was all he managed to whisper before he was gone, closing the door behind him as quietly as he had opened it.
However much he wished it, Niya’s love wasn’t gone. He wanted it to be gone, but it lingered there, eating away at his heart days later, though he couldn’t bring himself to see Sakito again. Niya burned through a pack of cigarettes, one perfect white cylinder for each mark left on his spirit. He sat in the dark, in a musty hotel armchair, and played the images over and over again until they had nearly lost all meaning. But that was what he wanted, to loose meaning. Maybe that way he would somehow be able to go back with a blank slate and be lost in Sakito’s sultry dark eyes as if they were meeting for the first time. Maybe somehow he could forget how he caught the love of his life in the arms of another.