Kamen Rider W - What if Terui Were a Love Hotel Owner? (PG-13)
Title: What if Terui Were A Love Hotel Owner?
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: Shoutarou/Phillip
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Inspired by the Shoutarou's Delusions series. I got the prompt from subetehoshi, and loved it, so I ran with it. Honestly, didn't really expect it to turn out like this, but I'm super proud of the first half, which is hot. And then the second half, which is just awkward. :D As it should be.
As always, comments = ♥
It was one of those days in August where the air was so thick, it felt difficult to see through it at times. The air was tinged orange with the setting sun, rays of light seeming to catch and reflect off every minuscule bead of moisture suspended in the air. There was a touch of cool, hardly noticeable unless you had been out in the sun all day, stuck in the unbearable heat of the afternoon. The sky, if you could see it between the sky scrapers and wind mills silhouetted all around, was a bright array of oranges to purple to the darkest shade of blues you could imagine. Seeing the stars on a night like this was a near impossible dream, watching the flashing lights of airplanes jetting across the sky as a close alternative instead.
People bustled about the streets of the windy city with an air of festivity. It was a Saturday on a gorgeous summer night, and the people were enjoying it to the best of their abilities. Young girls in their yukatas hung off the arm of their awkwardly tall boyfriends, all of them waving their fans, attempting to find the right balance of keeping themselves cool while not bothering their perfectly curled hair. Business men and women stumbled from bar to izakaya to karaoke place, ties pulled so loose they could barely be considered done up, using one another for support as they yelled the latest chart topper out of tune.
And amidst the business men and the teens on their dates, the giggling girls and the hosts slowly making their way to the streets, Shoutarou stumbled out of a izakaya, his partner close in tow. The smile on his face and the swagger in his step gave the hint that he was one drink closer to tipsy than he was sober, but it didn't seem to bother either of them in the slightest. Phillip seemed to share the same blush on his cheeks, the same urgency in his step as he followed Shoutarou, seeming just as giggly as his other half. If one would to pay close attention to the two of them, they might find they were giving off the same aura as the teens on their dates, silly and happy and simply enjoying their night. However, they didn't linger. It wasn't in their nature to let people notice them for long.
With a sudden tug on his arm, Phillip found himself pulled into an impossibly narrow alley, Shoutarou pinning him against the hard brick wall. Without begin given the time to even catch his breath, Shoutarou's lips were pressed against Phillip's, kissing him desperately as they escaped the attention of the people passing by just a few feet away. “I want you,” Shoutarou growled as a hand worked it's way through Phillip's pulled back hair, knocking the clips out with little care, the dark hair curling tight in his fingers. “Now.” Without waiting for any kind of answer, Shoutarou continued his assault on Phillip's lips, fuelled on by how his partner fisted his shirt up in his hands, and rocked his hips against Shoutarou's without a care of who may or may not be watching.
Even as Phillip pulled his lips away for a brief second to catch his breath, Shoutarou drew a groan out of his partner as his kisses continued down his neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. “Shou... God, Shou, wait...” Phillip was hardly doing a well enough job to convince himself, let alone the detective to stop, still arching as Shoutarou's hand found it's way under Phillip's shirt, thumbing over his hip bone teasingly. “We can't...” It was so impossible to argue and say they couldn't, especially when Shoutarou was making such a convincing argument that they could.
“Can't we?” Shoutarou's voice purred against Phillip's ear, nipping at his earlobe. He knew every sensitive spot on his partner's body, every single way to make the smaller genius into putty in his hands. “I don't see why not... Nobody is watching us... And it's not like we have any more privacy back at the office, with Akiko hanging around.”
Whimpering under Shoutarou's constant touch, Phillip's grip tightened on his partner as he continued to tease. “But an alley way? Really? You know I prefer it when we get more than 10 minutes at a time,” Phillip attempted to swallow his resolve, his own hands working through Shoutarou's hair to pull him back far enough to look his partner in the eye.
“Where else can we go?”
As if on cue, the sound of a neon sign flickering on filled the alley way, a harsh, red light washing over them from a few feet away. Just overhead, a rough looking A that had been designed to look as if it were a speedometer flickered and buzzed. In the red glow, they could finally see a doorway at the end of the alley, which opened. A wide eyed, young man opened the door, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. “Perhaps you should make up your mind if you're coming in or not. You're blocking the entrance.” With that, he disappeared back into the darkness, closing the door behind him.
“Is this...” Shoutarou looked at the sign suspiciously, attention distracted away from convincing Phillip for a moment, letting his thumbs graze over the top of Phillip's waistband instead.
“A love hotel?” Phillip laughed, finishing Shoutarou's sentence. “I believe so.”
Phillip could feel Shoutarou's breath warm against the side of his neck as his partner leaned against him, chuckling. “So will this do then?” His kisses and touches against all the sensitive parts that only Shoutarou knew about were slow and torturous, Phillip's heartbeat racing and pounding against his ears. “He didn't seem too bothered by us. And I promise we'll stay for more than ten minutes...”
Instead of answering, Phillip pulled Shoutarou back for a heady kiss, lips curling into a smile as he attempted to shuffle his way around so he could back towards the door to the hotel, while still grabbing Shoutarou by the vest and kissing him as if his life depended on it. Once he was backed against the door with a slight oomph, Shoutarou broke off the kiss, grabbing the door handle while shuffling them about so they both could walk into the hotel and shut the door behind them.
“Welcome,” the man from before announced in a monotonous voice. “Welcome to the Accel Hotel. I am the owner, Terui Ryuu.”
Both Shoutarou and Phillip seemed frozen in spot, standing with their backs to the door as Terui introduced himself. “Shoutarou,” Phillip whispered to his partner, learning in close so to not be heard. “Is it custom for the owner of these hotels to introduce themselves?”
“How am I suppose to know?” Shoutarou hissed back quickly.
Phillip shrugged. “You've never been to one of these before?”
“N--” Shoutarou cut himself off, catching his words. “I mean of c--” He paused, looking completely perplexed. “That is a trap question! Either way, I thought these places were suppose to be... you know, private! Nobody knows we're here and shit!”
“Well I don't know!” Pushing Shoutarou forward, Phillip stepped behind him, clearly making him take over. “You talk to him!”
This conversation, which ended up taking only a few seconds, already had Shoutarou feeling completely frazzled. He stepped forward, adjusting his hat and trying to make himself look as if he hadn't just been frantically making out with his boyfriend outside. “Hello, we're looking for a room.” The way he said it, Shoutarou might as well have been looking for a place to sleep in a business hotel, with sex the furthest thing on his mind.
“Alright, and how long would you be planning on staying?”
Another trap question. Shoutarou glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Phillip as if to ask him to give some kind of answer. All that he responded with was a shrug. “What are your rates?” It's not like they were living well off a detective's pay.
Pulling a large sign out from behind the front desk, Terui proceeded to read it off for the two. “Well, we have three prices, depending on how long you choose to stay. There is the red price, which is for just two hours. Next, we have the yellow price. This can be up to six hours, or until half an hour before the last train leaves, so you have time to return home. And then there is the blue price, where you can stay until noon the next morning”
“I... uh...” Shoutarou immediately flustered. There was far too much talking involved in this. What ever happened to the idea of just checking out your room from a machine and never having to face anyone, anywhere? This was all way too awkward. He looked over his shoulder again, hoping one of the three had perked Phillip's interest. But his partner merely shrugged. “Um... How about... uh... well... yellow sounds good? I think?”
“Excellent choice,” Terui nodded, hardly seeming to notice, or care, that they were no longer planning to stay the night, or that they were two males. That fact alone seemed to make Shoutarou put off. “Now, may I interest you in one of our package deals?”
“Package...” Shoutarou began to ask.
“...Deals?” Phillip ended up finishing his partner's sentence.
Terui didn't seem put off by their scepticism at all, continuing to read off deals as if they were memorized and he was simply recalling them in a monotonous voice. “For a little bit extra, you may choose any one of the toys on display.” Terui indicated to the wall behind him, covered with different sexual toys. Vibrators and whips and dildos and handcuffs, all of them seeming to have some kind of car or police theme, and all of them terrifying. “They also come with lube in a variety of scents and flavours. And of course, the condoms on the counter are free, and also come in a variety of colours and flavours. Safe sex is important in this day and age. We also have a collection of pamphlets regarding safe sex and sexually transmitted diseases, because keeping educated is importa-- hello?”
Terui was so caught up in reading off his combo speech, he didn't even see that Shoutarou and Phillip had made a fast escape, only been stopped by the sound of the door slamming behind them.
~~~
“Hidari? Hidari? Are you even paying attention?”
Shoutarou shook his head, harshly bringing him back to reality. Had he been having another one of his delusions? These were getting to be a hassle. “What is it, Terui?”
“I said, I brought by some of the educational pamphlets that we're providing to the community about dopant safety, without actually explicitly mentioning that it's dopants. Could you please get Phillip to go over them to make sure all our data is correct?”
Shoutarou nodded, too distracted and occupied with keeping the horror of his day dream off his facem. He was never, ever taking Phillip to a love hotel. Or, at least, one with a police or motorbike theme.
Fandom: Kamen Rider W
Pairing: Shoutarou/Phillip
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Inspired by the Shoutarou's Delusions series. I got the prompt from subetehoshi, and loved it, so I ran with it. Honestly, didn't really expect it to turn out like this, but I'm super proud of the first half, which is hot. And then the second half, which is just awkward. :D As it should be.
As always, comments = ♥
It was one of those days in August where the air was so thick, it felt difficult to see through it at times. The air was tinged orange with the setting sun, rays of light seeming to catch and reflect off every minuscule bead of moisture suspended in the air. There was a touch of cool, hardly noticeable unless you had been out in the sun all day, stuck in the unbearable heat of the afternoon. The sky, if you could see it between the sky scrapers and wind mills silhouetted all around, was a bright array of oranges to purple to the darkest shade of blues you could imagine. Seeing the stars on a night like this was a near impossible dream, watching the flashing lights of airplanes jetting across the sky as a close alternative instead.
People bustled about the streets of the windy city with an air of festivity. It was a Saturday on a gorgeous summer night, and the people were enjoying it to the best of their abilities. Young girls in their yukatas hung off the arm of their awkwardly tall boyfriends, all of them waving their fans, attempting to find the right balance of keeping themselves cool while not bothering their perfectly curled hair. Business men and women stumbled from bar to izakaya to karaoke place, ties pulled so loose they could barely be considered done up, using one another for support as they yelled the latest chart topper out of tune.
And amidst the business men and the teens on their dates, the giggling girls and the hosts slowly making their way to the streets, Shoutarou stumbled out of a izakaya, his partner close in tow. The smile on his face and the swagger in his step gave the hint that he was one drink closer to tipsy than he was sober, but it didn't seem to bother either of them in the slightest. Phillip seemed to share the same blush on his cheeks, the same urgency in his step as he followed Shoutarou, seeming just as giggly as his other half. If one would to pay close attention to the two of them, they might find they were giving off the same aura as the teens on their dates, silly and happy and simply enjoying their night. However, they didn't linger. It wasn't in their nature to let people notice them for long.
With a sudden tug on his arm, Phillip found himself pulled into an impossibly narrow alley, Shoutarou pinning him against the hard brick wall. Without begin given the time to even catch his breath, Shoutarou's lips were pressed against Phillip's, kissing him desperately as they escaped the attention of the people passing by just a few feet away. “I want you,” Shoutarou growled as a hand worked it's way through Phillip's pulled back hair, knocking the clips out with little care, the dark hair curling tight in his fingers. “Now.” Without waiting for any kind of answer, Shoutarou continued his assault on Phillip's lips, fuelled on by how his partner fisted his shirt up in his hands, and rocked his hips against Shoutarou's without a care of who may or may not be watching.
Even as Phillip pulled his lips away for a brief second to catch his breath, Shoutarou drew a groan out of his partner as his kisses continued down his neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. “Shou... God, Shou, wait...” Phillip was hardly doing a well enough job to convince himself, let alone the detective to stop, still arching as Shoutarou's hand found it's way under Phillip's shirt, thumbing over his hip bone teasingly. “We can't...” It was so impossible to argue and say they couldn't, especially when Shoutarou was making such a convincing argument that they could.
“Can't we?” Shoutarou's voice purred against Phillip's ear, nipping at his earlobe. He knew every sensitive spot on his partner's body, every single way to make the smaller genius into putty in his hands. “I don't see why not... Nobody is watching us... And it's not like we have any more privacy back at the office, with Akiko hanging around.”
Whimpering under Shoutarou's constant touch, Phillip's grip tightened on his partner as he continued to tease. “But an alley way? Really? You know I prefer it when we get more than 10 minutes at a time,” Phillip attempted to swallow his resolve, his own hands working through Shoutarou's hair to pull him back far enough to look his partner in the eye.
“Where else can we go?”
As if on cue, the sound of a neon sign flickering on filled the alley way, a harsh, red light washing over them from a few feet away. Just overhead, a rough looking A that had been designed to look as if it were a speedometer flickered and buzzed. In the red glow, they could finally see a doorway at the end of the alley, which opened. A wide eyed, young man opened the door, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. “Perhaps you should make up your mind if you're coming in or not. You're blocking the entrance.” With that, he disappeared back into the darkness, closing the door behind him.
“Is this...” Shoutarou looked at the sign suspiciously, attention distracted away from convincing Phillip for a moment, letting his thumbs graze over the top of Phillip's waistband instead.
“A love hotel?” Phillip laughed, finishing Shoutarou's sentence. “I believe so.”
Phillip could feel Shoutarou's breath warm against the side of his neck as his partner leaned against him, chuckling. “So will this do then?” His kisses and touches against all the sensitive parts that only Shoutarou knew about were slow and torturous, Phillip's heartbeat racing and pounding against his ears. “He didn't seem too bothered by us. And I promise we'll stay for more than ten minutes...”
Instead of answering, Phillip pulled Shoutarou back for a heady kiss, lips curling into a smile as he attempted to shuffle his way around so he could back towards the door to the hotel, while still grabbing Shoutarou by the vest and kissing him as if his life depended on it. Once he was backed against the door with a slight oomph, Shoutarou broke off the kiss, grabbing the door handle while shuffling them about so they both could walk into the hotel and shut the door behind them.
“Welcome,” the man from before announced in a monotonous voice. “Welcome to the Accel Hotel. I am the owner, Terui Ryuu.”
Both Shoutarou and Phillip seemed frozen in spot, standing with their backs to the door as Terui introduced himself. “Shoutarou,” Phillip whispered to his partner, learning in close so to not be heard. “Is it custom for the owner of these hotels to introduce themselves?”
“How am I suppose to know?” Shoutarou hissed back quickly.
Phillip shrugged. “You've never been to one of these before?”
“N--” Shoutarou cut himself off, catching his words. “I mean of c--” He paused, looking completely perplexed. “That is a trap question! Either way, I thought these places were suppose to be... you know, private! Nobody knows we're here and shit!”
“Well I don't know!” Pushing Shoutarou forward, Phillip stepped behind him, clearly making him take over. “You talk to him!”
This conversation, which ended up taking only a few seconds, already had Shoutarou feeling completely frazzled. He stepped forward, adjusting his hat and trying to make himself look as if he hadn't just been frantically making out with his boyfriend outside. “Hello, we're looking for a room.” The way he said it, Shoutarou might as well have been looking for a place to sleep in a business hotel, with sex the furthest thing on his mind.
“Alright, and how long would you be planning on staying?”
Another trap question. Shoutarou glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Phillip as if to ask him to give some kind of answer. All that he responded with was a shrug. “What are your rates?” It's not like they were living well off a detective's pay.
Pulling a large sign out from behind the front desk, Terui proceeded to read it off for the two. “Well, we have three prices, depending on how long you choose to stay. There is the red price, which is for just two hours. Next, we have the yellow price. This can be up to six hours, or until half an hour before the last train leaves, so you have time to return home. And then there is the blue price, where you can stay until noon the next morning”
“I... uh...” Shoutarou immediately flustered. There was far too much talking involved in this. What ever happened to the idea of just checking out your room from a machine and never having to face anyone, anywhere? This was all way too awkward. He looked over his shoulder again, hoping one of the three had perked Phillip's interest. But his partner merely shrugged. “Um... How about... uh... well... yellow sounds good? I think?”
“Excellent choice,” Terui nodded, hardly seeming to notice, or care, that they were no longer planning to stay the night, or that they were two males. That fact alone seemed to make Shoutarou put off. “Now, may I interest you in one of our package deals?”
“Package...” Shoutarou began to ask.
“...Deals?” Phillip ended up finishing his partner's sentence.
Terui didn't seem put off by their scepticism at all, continuing to read off deals as if they were memorized and he was simply recalling them in a monotonous voice. “For a little bit extra, you may choose any one of the toys on display.” Terui indicated to the wall behind him, covered with different sexual toys. Vibrators and whips and dildos and handcuffs, all of them seeming to have some kind of car or police theme, and all of them terrifying. “They also come with lube in a variety of scents and flavours. And of course, the condoms on the counter are free, and also come in a variety of colours and flavours. Safe sex is important in this day and age. We also have a collection of pamphlets regarding safe sex and sexually transmitted diseases, because keeping educated is importa-- hello?”
Terui was so caught up in reading off his combo speech, he didn't even see that Shoutarou and Phillip had made a fast escape, only been stopped by the sound of the door slamming behind them.
~~~
“Hidari? Hidari? Are you even paying attention?”
Shoutarou shook his head, harshly bringing him back to reality. Had he been having another one of his delusions? These were getting to be a hassle. “What is it, Terui?”
“I said, I brought by some of the educational pamphlets that we're providing to the community about dopant safety, without actually explicitly mentioning that it's dopants. Could you please get Phillip to go over them to make sure all our data is correct?”
Shoutarou nodded, too distracted and occupied with keeping the horror of his day dream off his facem. He was never, ever taking Phillip to a love hotel. Or, at least, one with a police or motorbike theme.