[Fic] Ten themes: TakahiroXShokichi
A/N: For those who have read my other fics, the AU verse might sound vaguely familiar.
1. Angst
Rationally speaking, there had to be something wrong with him.
Otherwise, why would he be so insanely jealous whenever he knew that those two had spent the day together? Whenever Shokichi spoke about him?
They were just friends and colleagues, nothing more (and nothing less either, but that traitorous voice in his head needs to shut up).
“Takahiro-san?” Shokichi had paused in his retelling of his day on the filmset, a quizzical look on his face as he regarded the other.
Takahiro smiled and shook his head.
“Nothing, Sho-chan. It’s nothing.”
2. AU
Lost in the music playing on his headphones, Shokichi did not notice the silver tabby padding silently behind him.
Until the cat had sidled up to him at the corner shop and rubbed itself along his legs, successfully startling him.
“Ah, Takanyan. How did you get out? I closed the windows and the door…” Shokichi removed his headphones and scooped the maine coon up, making the bell on its collar jingle.
Takanyan just purred and nuzzled into Shokichi’s shirt, settling comfortably into its human’s arms.
3. Crack
“Give that to me.”
“No!”
“Destroy it!”
“No! Kibe-san gave it to me as a present!”
“All the more reason to cast that abomination into the bin!”
It took another fifteen minutes of frenzied chasing before Takahiro managed to pin Shokichi to the carpet and snatch the picture of him wearing female clothing out of his hands.
4. Crossover
Shitara slurped at his bowl of noodles, glancing up on occasion to see if his target was still there.
Indeed he was, seated in another booth. A sullen looking man, fidgeting restlessly, picking up dining utensils and putting them back again.
“Shitara-san, that’s our guy, isn’t he? Why not just bring him back for questioning?”
“Inspector, this isn’t our case per se, remember? Our mission for today is just to see who he is meeting, and get leads from there.”
“It’s unfortunate that the whole of division seven had gotten food poisoning, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Thanks to them, I now know never to patronize that bar.”
“Mm… Ah!” Inspector Umizuki’s face lit up when she saw their target rise from his seat to greet a new arrival.
Shitara slurped up another mouthful of noodles, keeping an eye on the duo in that booth.
This man, this “Morishita Natsuo”. His eyes had the look of a trapped animal in them.
Rather odd for someone in such a gang.
5. First time
The night before Shokichi’s first single was released, he had run over to Takahiro’s apartment to deliver a copy.
“I wanted you to listen to it.”
Takahiro laughed and accepted the CD, eyes twinkling with amusement as he regarded Shokichi’s flushed face and ecstatic grin.
Shokichi could be so endearing sometimes.
6. Fluff
Lazy mornings like this were the best, a brief respite from their busy schedules. It was on mornings like this that Takahiro found himself in Shokichi’s apartment, unintentionally chasing Masayasu out (“I don’t want to be around when the two of you are doing the deed. And clean up after yourselves!”).
Both men would laugh at Masayasu’s retreating back, one with amusement and the other with embarrassment.
Not that they were planning to do anything of that sort anyway. After all, the couch was a very comfortable place to cuddle.
7. Humour
Sometimes Takahiro had no idea why Shokichi still put up with him.
Seeing Shokichi’s open-eyed reaction to his newly redecorated room, Takahiro couldn't stifle the laughter that bubbled up from his throat.
“Did you do all this?” Shokichi gingerly fingered the poster of Jay Z that was taped neatly onto his wardrobe door.
“You didn’t get to see him in person, so this would be the second best option.”
Shokichi’s eyes swept over his bedroom walls once again, taking in the myriad of photos of the American rapper. His jaw fell open slightly when he glanced upwards.
“How did you even get to the ceiling?”
8. Hurt/Comfort
It had been his only live tour as part of Nidaime J Soul Brothers.
His only live tour, and his earphones had malfunctioned while he was on stage.
He had dealt with it as best as he could. After all, the show had to go on.
He also knew that no matter how professionally he had handled it, his performance had been negatively affected.
Shokichi found himself sobbing uncontrollably for the third time that night, leaning onto Takahiro’s shoulder as the older man rubbed circles on his back, all the while making soft comforting sounds.
9. Smut
Cool, tapered fingers slicked with lube pressed against his entrance, lingering for a moment before pressing into him, stretching him. He ground down, wanting more, for those digits to go deeper. A finger brushed against that bundle of nerves, wrenching out a strangled cry and an involuntary twitch of his cock.
A breathy chuckle sounded above him, before the fingers withdrew from his person. His groan of protest was soon cut short as he felt something else, something larger, press against his entrance.
“Remember; relax.”
Shokichi nodded mutely, breathing erratic. He felt Takahiro push into him with a swift movement, filling him, stretching him, drawing a sharp intake of breath and a small keen from his lips. His hips bucked wildly, fingers clawing at his lover’s back.
He felt a fistful of hair being grabbed, his lips roughly claimed.
Parting almost reluctantly for breath, Takahiro brushed a stray lock of hair away from his left eye - a needless gesture, for his hair was so short - and flashed a dark smile at him, full of unspoken promises.
“Ready?”
10. UST
In Takahiro’s opinion, Shokichi really needed to be more aware of his surroundings.
He fought to keep a pleasant facade as he spotted Shokichi laughing together with the younger members of Doberman Infinity, probably at some joke that Kazuki had just cracked.
He saw Kazuki excuse himself to join the seniors, while Shokichi turned to inspect the fanboards on the table beside them.
He saw Sway shoot him a smirk before running his gaze slowly along Shokichi’s body, still sweaty from their encore performance on stage. The young upstart had taken the smallest step closer to Shokichi, casually draping an arm over his shoulder and murmuring something into his ear, before shooting Takahiro another cheeky grin. Shokichi had responded with a confused smile at Sway, facing away from he who stood at the other end of the corridor.
He knew he was being baited, but it was difficult to ignore where Shokichi was concerned.
He locked eyes with Sway, meeting his challenging look head on. He saw a spark of something flash in the other’s eyes, before his hand slid lower and lower, till it was resting on Shokichi's hip.
No one lays a finger on his man without his permission.
A small snarl escaped from Takahiro’s lips, their owner striding forward to reclaim what was his.
1. Angst
Rationally speaking, there had to be something wrong with him.
Otherwise, why would he be so insanely jealous whenever he knew that those two had spent the day together? Whenever Shokichi spoke about him?
They were just friends and colleagues, nothing more (and nothing less either, but that traitorous voice in his head needs to shut up).
“Takahiro-san?” Shokichi had paused in his retelling of his day on the filmset, a quizzical look on his face as he regarded the other.
Takahiro smiled and shook his head.
“Nothing, Sho-chan. It’s nothing.”
2. AU
Lost in the music playing on his headphones, Shokichi did not notice the silver tabby padding silently behind him.
Until the cat had sidled up to him at the corner shop and rubbed itself along his legs, successfully startling him.
“Ah, Takanyan. How did you get out? I closed the windows and the door…” Shokichi removed his headphones and scooped the maine coon up, making the bell on its collar jingle.
Takanyan just purred and nuzzled into Shokichi’s shirt, settling comfortably into its human’s arms.
3. Crack
“Give that to me.”
“No!”
“Destroy it!”
“No! Kibe-san gave it to me as a present!”
“All the more reason to cast that abomination into the bin!”
It took another fifteen minutes of frenzied chasing before Takahiro managed to pin Shokichi to the carpet and snatch the picture of him wearing female clothing out of his hands.
4. Crossover
Shitara slurped at his bowl of noodles, glancing up on occasion to see if his target was still there.
Indeed he was, seated in another booth. A sullen looking man, fidgeting restlessly, picking up dining utensils and putting them back again.
“Shitara-san, that’s our guy, isn’t he? Why not just bring him back for questioning?”
“Inspector, this isn’t our case per se, remember? Our mission for today is just to see who he is meeting, and get leads from there.”
“It’s unfortunate that the whole of division seven had gotten food poisoning, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Thanks to them, I now know never to patronize that bar.”
“Mm… Ah!” Inspector Umizuki’s face lit up when she saw their target rise from his seat to greet a new arrival.
Shitara slurped up another mouthful of noodles, keeping an eye on the duo in that booth.
This man, this “Morishita Natsuo”. His eyes had the look of a trapped animal in them.
Rather odd for someone in such a gang.
5. First time
The night before Shokichi’s first single was released, he had run over to Takahiro’s apartment to deliver a copy.
“I wanted you to listen to it.”
Takahiro laughed and accepted the CD, eyes twinkling with amusement as he regarded Shokichi’s flushed face and ecstatic grin.
Shokichi could be so endearing sometimes.
6. Fluff
Lazy mornings like this were the best, a brief respite from their busy schedules. It was on mornings like this that Takahiro found himself in Shokichi’s apartment, unintentionally chasing Masayasu out (“I don’t want to be around when the two of you are doing the deed. And clean up after yourselves!”).
Both men would laugh at Masayasu’s retreating back, one with amusement and the other with embarrassment.
Not that they were planning to do anything of that sort anyway. After all, the couch was a very comfortable place to cuddle.
7. Humour
Sometimes Takahiro had no idea why Shokichi still put up with him.
Seeing Shokichi’s open-eyed reaction to his newly redecorated room, Takahiro couldn't stifle the laughter that bubbled up from his throat.
“Did you do all this?” Shokichi gingerly fingered the poster of Jay Z that was taped neatly onto his wardrobe door.
“You didn’t get to see him in person, so this would be the second best option.”
Shokichi’s eyes swept over his bedroom walls once again, taking in the myriad of photos of the American rapper. His jaw fell open slightly when he glanced upwards.
“How did you even get to the ceiling?”
8. Hurt/Comfort
It had been his only live tour as part of Nidaime J Soul Brothers.
His only live tour, and his earphones had malfunctioned while he was on stage.
He had dealt with it as best as he could. After all, the show had to go on.
He also knew that no matter how professionally he had handled it, his performance had been negatively affected.
Shokichi found himself sobbing uncontrollably for the third time that night, leaning onto Takahiro’s shoulder as the older man rubbed circles on his back, all the while making soft comforting sounds.
9. Smut
Cool, tapered fingers slicked with lube pressed against his entrance, lingering for a moment before pressing into him, stretching him. He ground down, wanting more, for those digits to go deeper. A finger brushed against that bundle of nerves, wrenching out a strangled cry and an involuntary twitch of his cock.
A breathy chuckle sounded above him, before the fingers withdrew from his person. His groan of protest was soon cut short as he felt something else, something larger, press against his entrance.
“Remember; relax.”
Shokichi nodded mutely, breathing erratic. He felt Takahiro push into him with a swift movement, filling him, stretching him, drawing a sharp intake of breath and a small keen from his lips. His hips bucked wildly, fingers clawing at his lover’s back.
He felt a fistful of hair being grabbed, his lips roughly claimed.
Parting almost reluctantly for breath, Takahiro brushed a stray lock of hair away from his left eye - a needless gesture, for his hair was so short - and flashed a dark smile at him, full of unspoken promises.
“Ready?”
10. UST
In Takahiro’s opinion, Shokichi really needed to be more aware of his surroundings.
He fought to keep a pleasant facade as he spotted Shokichi laughing together with the younger members of Doberman Infinity, probably at some joke that Kazuki had just cracked.
He saw Kazuki excuse himself to join the seniors, while Shokichi turned to inspect the fanboards on the table beside them.
He saw Sway shoot him a smirk before running his gaze slowly along Shokichi’s body, still sweaty from their encore performance on stage. The young upstart had taken the smallest step closer to Shokichi, casually draping an arm over his shoulder and murmuring something into his ear, before shooting Takahiro another cheeky grin. Shokichi had responded with a confused smile at Sway, facing away from he who stood at the other end of the corridor.
He knew he was being baited, but it was difficult to ignore where Shokichi was concerned.
He locked eyes with Sway, meeting his challenging look head on. He saw a spark of something flash in the other’s eyes, before his hand slid lower and lower, till it was resting on Shokichi's hip.
No one lays a finger on his man without his permission.
A small snarl escaped from Takahiro’s lips, their owner striding forward to reclaim what was his.