[Fic] Ten Themes: KenchiXTetsuya
A/N: Whoever knew that a single episode of Exile Casino JP would convert me to this ship. This pair is surprisingly annoying to write. Much like how they are like to each other. *flops in defeated pile on the floor*
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1. Angst
“Just curious. What is your greatest fear?”
All of them grumbled at the question (“Makisan, how is this even fit for dinner conversation?”), hedging their replies. After all, their manly pride was at stake, and openly admitting that they were afraid of something stung their egos.
Tetsuya jokingly claimed that he was deadly afraid of failing to brew good coffee.
As the other Exile members badgered a laughing Tetsuya for a proper answer, Kenchi leaned back in his chair in rare silence.
Unlike the others, Kenchi had seen the real flash of terror in the shorter man’s eyes when Makidai voiced his question. Having had this conversation with him before, Kenchi knew what had surfaced in the other man’s mind then.
It was the probability of never being able to dance again.
2. AU
Tetsuya was getting rather annoyed by these birdbrains.
It seemed almost as if living with one of them under the same roof weren’t enough. They had to follow him around the city as well. To put the icing on the proverbial cake, one of them had seemed to take a particular interest in annoying him.
A sleek black shape dived down to snatch his prey. He leaped futilely at the offending crow, watching it take flight with an amused caw, wings stirring up a cloud of dust into his face.
Tetsuya sneezed, shooting a glare at the cackling bird that had perched onto a street light. Its sharp beak tore through the still-warm flesh of the rodent’s corpse with ease, gulping chunks of flesh down its greedy throat.
That rat was his kill, damn it.
3. Crack
He had handed over his mobile to his fellow members without a second thought, for the game had completely slipped from his mind. That is, until Nesmith started cackling at his screen.
“Neko atsume?”
“Let me see!” Naoto hurried over to the dark-skinned man, a bounce in his step and a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I wanted to see what the fad was all about!” Tetsuya’s protests were ignored when Nesmith let out a huge guffaw. Looking up from the screen, Naoto had a teasing glint in his eye.
“Say Tetsuya-san. Why did you name this one ‘Kenchi’?”
Amidst Tetsuya’s indignant sputtering, Kenchi was at the other corner of the room discreetly uninstalling the same application from his own phone.
4. Crossover
A tall man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit stood on the opposite street. His short black hair was slicked to his skull, eyes staring straight at him, two steely black dots in that chiselled face.
All Tetsuya had wanted to do was head home after a tiring day at his dance school, perhaps curl up on his couch with a hot mug of coffee. Instead, he had been unlucky enough to walk straight into this man as he was exiting the convenience store. Not pausing to see if that glare would escalate into something else, Tetsuya had run.
At this moment, all his previous efforts seemed useless.
Without glancing for oncoming traffic, the lithe man stepped onto the road, making his way slowly across. He stopped right in front of Tetsuya, running his cold gaze down his body in an almost assessing manner. His thin lips curled into a small smirk as Tetsuya unsuccessfully fought back the urge to flinch.
“Pleased to meet you too. You can call me Nikaido. Now, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
5. First time
They had been young, high on adrenaline and alcohol, the result of a successful performance.
They had stumbled through the street, laughing and clutching onto each other for support. Even though it was just a few streets away, Tetsuya had given up on heading back to his own home, deciding to crash at Kenchi’s for the night. After all, he was fully aware that he was not able to walk in a straight line.
All the duo could remember of that night was the feel of lips pressed against theirs, fingers carding through long hair. They knew that at one point during the night their clothes had mysteriously disappeared, the vague memory of skin against skin tickling the back of their minds.
When he woke up the next morning, Tetsuya had wasted no time in shoving a snoring Kenchi away from him, noting with horror the stickiness on his own stomach and the soreness in his behind.
6. Fluff
“This is rare.”
Tetsuya looked up from pouring home-brewed coffee into a second mug, quickly wiping the flustered look from his face.
“Oh. You’re up. I made extra, so I suppose you could have some.”
Kenchi felt that today would turn out to be a good day after all.
7. Humour
“You’re a shitty friend.”
“Hey, at least I admit it,” Kenchi flashed a brilliant grin at Tetsuya, lifting up the tub of ice cream in his right hand, “This is coffee-flavoured, by the way. Consider it an experimental product from my new ice cream maker.”
“Was this why my entire flask of coffee disappeared yesterday?” Tetsuya deadpanned, planting his feet in his doorway and folding his arms.
“Indeed! Your astuteness astounds me. Now let me in. Dessert’s melting.”
Rolling his eyes, Tetsuya moved aside, allowing Kenchi to flounce indoors.
8. Hurt/Comfort
If not for Hiro dropping by to check on him, he knew that Kenchi would have clapped him on his left shoulder a long time ago. And a few more times after that for good measure.
Catching Hiro’s warning look at the taller man just as he turned to leave the sick bay, a small spark of gratitude blossomed within his chest.
Once the door shut behind the Exile leader, Kenchi wasted no time in sprawling into the chair beside Tetsuya’s bed.
“God, this chair is uncomfortable,” his visitor looked longingly at his mattress.
“The bed’s only for the sick and injured. I’m not moving over.”
“Sure it is. If you want company, shove over.”
“Who wants your company?” Tetsuya grumbled, carefully shifting to one end of the bed to minimize jostling of his injured shoulder.
Kenchi just smirked as he settled down on Tetsuya’s left. Soon, the comfortable silence between the two was broken by the shorter man.
“You stink.”
9. Smut
For all the tough talk, he was rather pliable to his whims.
Kenchi eased into his lover, delight coursing through his veins when he heard the drawn out moan.
“Could you go any slower, you moron?” Tetsuya’s eyes were unfocused, his hips canting upwards in an attempt to meet him halfway.
“Now now, respect your elders.” Kenchi sing-songed, taking a firm hold of the slighter man’s hips, preventing him from moving.
Fuck, that man was tight.
“I’ll give you respect when you’ve earned it,” Tetsuya pulled futilely at the ties holding him firmly to the headboard, “I’m not going to ask twice.”
An almost feral grin split Kenchi’s face into two.
“Oh believe me, you’ll be begging for it before tonight is over.”
10. UST
He did not know when it started. When he started searching for him during work, in the crowded streets which they frequented. When the other would occupy his mind, his every thought. When he would waltz into his dreams with ne’er a “how do you do”, as if he was supposed to be there, as if he had all the right to be there.
He knew that he had not been dealing with it in the most mature way possible, but it had been so easy to goad him, just so he could see a reaction. That annoyed glare that he would shoot at him, his sharp tongue forming snarky phrases back at him.
He found himself watching the other during dance practice. The way his body moved with the expertise born out of years of experience. The way his shirt rode up to flash that extra few inches of bare skin and lean muscle. The way that his face and neck glistened with sweat whenever they took a water break, that familiar stab of disappointment when he wiped the moisture off with a towel.
He wondered what it would be like to have that man spread out underneath him, if the rest of his body would flush as red as his ears when he trailed a line of kisses down his chest, down his pelvis. He wondered what sort of sounds he would make when he finally staked his claim on that delectable physique, if he could make its owner beg for more.
Glancing downwards, Kenchi heaved a resigned sigh, making his way to the washroom for his second cold shower that evening.
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1. Angst
“Just curious. What is your greatest fear?”
All of them grumbled at the question (“Makisan, how is this even fit for dinner conversation?”), hedging their replies. After all, their manly pride was at stake, and openly admitting that they were afraid of something stung their egos.
Tetsuya jokingly claimed that he was deadly afraid of failing to brew good coffee.
As the other Exile members badgered a laughing Tetsuya for a proper answer, Kenchi leaned back in his chair in rare silence.
Unlike the others, Kenchi had seen the real flash of terror in the shorter man’s eyes when Makidai voiced his question. Having had this conversation with him before, Kenchi knew what had surfaced in the other man’s mind then.
It was the probability of never being able to dance again.
2. AU
Tetsuya was getting rather annoyed by these birdbrains.
It seemed almost as if living with one of them under the same roof weren’t enough. They had to follow him around the city as well. To put the icing on the proverbial cake, one of them had seemed to take a particular interest in annoying him.
A sleek black shape dived down to snatch his prey. He leaped futilely at the offending crow, watching it take flight with an amused caw, wings stirring up a cloud of dust into his face.
Tetsuya sneezed, shooting a glare at the cackling bird that had perched onto a street light. Its sharp beak tore through the still-warm flesh of the rodent’s corpse with ease, gulping chunks of flesh down its greedy throat.
That rat was his kill, damn it.
3. Crack
He had handed over his mobile to his fellow members without a second thought, for the game had completely slipped from his mind. That is, until Nesmith started cackling at his screen.
“Neko atsume?”
“Let me see!” Naoto hurried over to the dark-skinned man, a bounce in his step and a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I wanted to see what the fad was all about!” Tetsuya’s protests were ignored when Nesmith let out a huge guffaw. Looking up from the screen, Naoto had a teasing glint in his eye.
“Say Tetsuya-san. Why did you name this one ‘Kenchi’?”
Amidst Tetsuya’s indignant sputtering, Kenchi was at the other corner of the room discreetly uninstalling the same application from his own phone.
4. Crossover
A tall man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit stood on the opposite street. His short black hair was slicked to his skull, eyes staring straight at him, two steely black dots in that chiselled face.
All Tetsuya had wanted to do was head home after a tiring day at his dance school, perhaps curl up on his couch with a hot mug of coffee. Instead, he had been unlucky enough to walk straight into this man as he was exiting the convenience store. Not pausing to see if that glare would escalate into something else, Tetsuya had run.
At this moment, all his previous efforts seemed useless.
Without glancing for oncoming traffic, the lithe man stepped onto the road, making his way slowly across. He stopped right in front of Tetsuya, running his cold gaze down his body in an almost assessing manner. His thin lips curled into a small smirk as Tetsuya unsuccessfully fought back the urge to flinch.
“Pleased to meet you too. You can call me Nikaido. Now, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
5. First time
They had been young, high on adrenaline and alcohol, the result of a successful performance.
They had stumbled through the street, laughing and clutching onto each other for support. Even though it was just a few streets away, Tetsuya had given up on heading back to his own home, deciding to crash at Kenchi’s for the night. After all, he was fully aware that he was not able to walk in a straight line.
All the duo could remember of that night was the feel of lips pressed against theirs, fingers carding through long hair. They knew that at one point during the night their clothes had mysteriously disappeared, the vague memory of skin against skin tickling the back of their minds.
When he woke up the next morning, Tetsuya had wasted no time in shoving a snoring Kenchi away from him, noting with horror the stickiness on his own stomach and the soreness in his behind.
6. Fluff
“This is rare.”
Tetsuya looked up from pouring home-brewed coffee into a second mug, quickly wiping the flustered look from his face.
“Oh. You’re up. I made extra, so I suppose you could have some.”
Kenchi felt that today would turn out to be a good day after all.
7. Humour
“You’re a shitty friend.”
“Hey, at least I admit it,” Kenchi flashed a brilliant grin at Tetsuya, lifting up the tub of ice cream in his right hand, “This is coffee-flavoured, by the way. Consider it an experimental product from my new ice cream maker.”
“Was this why my entire flask of coffee disappeared yesterday?” Tetsuya deadpanned, planting his feet in his doorway and folding his arms.
“Indeed! Your astuteness astounds me. Now let me in. Dessert’s melting.”
Rolling his eyes, Tetsuya moved aside, allowing Kenchi to flounce indoors.
8. Hurt/Comfort
If not for Hiro dropping by to check on him, he knew that Kenchi would have clapped him on his left shoulder a long time ago. And a few more times after that for good measure.
Catching Hiro’s warning look at the taller man just as he turned to leave the sick bay, a small spark of gratitude blossomed within his chest.
Once the door shut behind the Exile leader, Kenchi wasted no time in sprawling into the chair beside Tetsuya’s bed.
“God, this chair is uncomfortable,” his visitor looked longingly at his mattress.
“The bed’s only for the sick and injured. I’m not moving over.”
“Sure it is. If you want company, shove over.”
“Who wants your company?” Tetsuya grumbled, carefully shifting to one end of the bed to minimize jostling of his injured shoulder.
Kenchi just smirked as he settled down on Tetsuya’s left. Soon, the comfortable silence between the two was broken by the shorter man.
“You stink.”
9. Smut
For all the tough talk, he was rather pliable to his whims.
Kenchi eased into his lover, delight coursing through his veins when he heard the drawn out moan.
“Could you go any slower, you moron?” Tetsuya’s eyes were unfocused, his hips canting upwards in an attempt to meet him halfway.
“Now now, respect your elders.” Kenchi sing-songed, taking a firm hold of the slighter man’s hips, preventing him from moving.
Fuck, that man was tight.
“I’ll give you respect when you’ve earned it,” Tetsuya pulled futilely at the ties holding him firmly to the headboard, “I’m not going to ask twice.”
An almost feral grin split Kenchi’s face into two.
“Oh believe me, you’ll be begging for it before tonight is over.”
10. UST
He did not know when it started. When he started searching for him during work, in the crowded streets which they frequented. When the other would occupy his mind, his every thought. When he would waltz into his dreams with ne’er a “how do you do”, as if he was supposed to be there, as if he had all the right to be there.
He knew that he had not been dealing with it in the most mature way possible, but it had been so easy to goad him, just so he could see a reaction. That annoyed glare that he would shoot at him, his sharp tongue forming snarky phrases back at him.
He found himself watching the other during dance practice. The way his body moved with the expertise born out of years of experience. The way his shirt rode up to flash that extra few inches of bare skin and lean muscle. The way that his face and neck glistened with sweat whenever they took a water break, that familiar stab of disappointment when he wiped the moisture off with a towel.
He wondered what it would be like to have that man spread out underneath him, if the rest of his body would flush as red as his ears when he trailed a line of kisses down his chest, down his pelvis. He wondered what sort of sounds he would make when he finally staked his claim on that delectable physique, if he could make its owner beg for more.
Glancing downwards, Kenchi heaved a resigned sigh, making his way to the washroom for his second cold shower that evening.