An Unexpected Visitor
Author : kazuyanokokoro
Pairing : Ryokame
Rating : R
Genre : Smut, BL, Yaoi
Disclaimer : If I owned Kame or Ryo there would be a lot smuttier Ryokame pictures circulating...
Summary : Kame has an unexpected visitor to his apartment.
Kamenashi Kazuya wanted to walk home. Ignoring his manager’s complaints, once he was out of his wig, and the many layers of his Bemu outfit, he had stubbornly begun striding down the winding narrow roads that separated the studio and his apartment. As the crisp breeze ruffled his hair, Kame smiled contentedly; it was rare for him to have alone time in Tokyo, but 2:30 a.m. was apparently the ideal moment for a solitary stroll. The city looked eerily beautiful in the moonlight, buildings fading to hazy grey, and neon signs for once not emitting their electric shine. Kame shivered, and pulled his tight leather closer as the wind rustled around him. The man smiled ruefully. Perhaps he had been too terse at the shooting today; he had left even before they could remove the characteristic makeup covering his face. When he reached his apartment, it was still exceedingly quiet outside. He could hear his own booted footsteps sounding as he walked briskly to the elevator. Once upstairs, he heard the unmistakable blaring of loud music. As he fumbled for his key, he realized in horror that it was coming from his apartment. Pushing the door open timidly, he was overcome with both surprise and irritation as he saw Nishikido Ryo sitting at his kitchen table. Ryo, surrounded by piles of empty beer cans, lazily pushed a laptop (Kame’s-the nerve!) away from him. “Okaeri,” he mumbled. Kame pushed his curls out of his face worriedly,
“What are you doing here?” he asked. ‘I thought you hated me,’ the unspoken undertone, was mirrored in his widened eyes.
“Pi gave me your key.” Ryo was at the fridge now, thumbing absently for another beer. Kazuya put his bag down gently at the door, and started tidying up the cans, feeling much more tired now than he had his entire walk. Damn Yamapi.
“Gave?” Kame managed weakly; Yamapi could be flaky, sure, but Kamenashi doubted that he condoned Nishikido’s breaking and entering expedition. Ryo glowered sullenly at Kazuya while opening his next drink,
“I might have found it in his desk.” He scoffed at Kame’s downturned eyes, “Don’t be such a fucking princess, Kame-chan, I’m only here ‘cause you have free beer.” Kame nodded shortly.
“I’m tired,” he announced, “I am going to take a bath, and then I am going to bed.” Ryo was back on his laptop and failed to respond. As Kame undressed in his bathroom, he pondered over Nishikido’s presence. It seemed odd that Ryo would choose his beer to steal; after all, he could easily have pawned some off his friends and at least have had some drinking buddies. Kazuya eased himself into the warm water and poured in vanilla bubble bath. He would have soaked contentedly if the sounds of internet games hadn’t remained a consistent reminder of the quandary in his living room. A sharp knock on the door further interrupted his relaxation. “What?” he asked exhaustedly. Ryo, again, failed to answer. Reluctantly, Kame drained the water from his bath, dried off with his favourite, fluffiest towel, and slipped into the silky, slinky red kimono he reserved for post-bath repose. He opened the door.
Ryo’s brain seemed to shut off when faced with a newly clean Kazuya. Kame’s soft hair was twisted into a loose bun, his skin was dewy and blushed, and the kimono left little to the imagination; it wound lazily around Kazu’s trim body leaving the startled Nishikido uncomfortably heavy. Kame’s voice came out low and gentle (had he always had such a sweet voice?) as he lectured: “Ryo, clearly you’re here for a reason. What do you want so I can get on with my evening?” Even awestruck, Nishikido couldn’t resist a jab,
“Don’tcha mean morning?” he slurred, pointing at the clock. Kame sighed audibly and stole a cigarette from Ryo’s open pack on the table. He nimbly lit it, and stuck it in his pink lips with a small moan. He couldn’t read the expression on Nishikido’s face.
“Please. Just talk,” he pleaded quietly. Ryo grappled in his backpack and removed a magazine with a strange grin,
“This,” he said, triumphantly almost, “You explain this.” Kazuya took another drag of his cigarette. He didn’t need to see the magazine flung in front of him to know what it would be.
“It’s my AnAn cover, Ryo; it’s hardly a good reason to interrupt my tiny amount of free time.” Nishikido’s face contorted,
“But you look like a fucking girl!” he spat out. Kame lifted his head wilfully,
“Well, Ryo, if you’d bothered to read my interview you would understand.” Ryo shook his head,
“It fucks around with people’s heads, Kame-chan, makes them think things about you that they shouldn’t.” Kazuya shrugged,
“I wouldn’t say shouldn’t…” he said, not quite understanding why he felt flattered by Ryo’s angry gaze. Nishikido forced himself to focus as Kame licked his shapely lips and smiled.
“This is so wrong,” he practically spat. Kazuya put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray beside him.
“Goodnight Ryo,” he said as he moved towards his bedroom. Instinctively, Ryo grabbed Kazu’s arm. Once he had it in his grasp, however, faced with a bewildered Kame, he was almost at a loss. Kame was so near and he smelled sweet and good from his bath. Ryo’s hand slipped down onto Kazuya’s waist,
“Wait,” he ordered, looking more sober than he had since Kame walked in. He didn’t let go. “Why are you so beautiful?” he asked suddenly; the question had appeared almost unthinkingly. Kame was so shocked he couldn’t respond; he merely stared, open mouthed at Ryo. Nishikido’s short hair was messy and his skin was tanned. His sleeveless shirt revealed toned arms and his eyes were unusually gentle- looking to Kazu. When Ryo’s hand tilted his face upwards, Kame’s lips didn’t respond as if they were confused, however. The men’s lips melded seamlessly and Kazuya was exhilarated by Ryo’s salty taste. As they parted slightly, breathlessly, Kame’s eyes questioned the other boy silently, lacy eyelashes fluttering once to ensure they understood each other. Nishikido dropped the magazine he had been holding as Kazuya undid his kimono and stood naked in the moonlight, soft fabric hanging off his shoulders. The creamy smooth skin, small pinkish nipples and taut rising member of Kame’s body were illuminated by the large window in the living room. Ryo swallowed. Kazu’s soft hands led Nishikido into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt. Kame smiled deliciously as he watched Ryo stiffen, almost unbearably, as he let his kimono fall to the floor. He licked his lips and unclasped the other man’s belt. The drinking had apparently not hampered Ryo’s abilities; but then, he had never seen Kame naked before. Kazu’s warm wettened lips and big eyes could perhaps fool him on the cover of a magazine, but, as Nishikido’s hands stroked Kame’s firm penis, he couldn’t deny that it was not Kamenashi as a girl that made his pants tight. He groaned, suddenly, loudly, and was rewarded by Kazuya’s teasing laughter, and nimble fingers yanking his jeans off.
“Never done this before, eh?” Kame smiled mischievously. Ryo’s response was to shove his cocky head down onto his throbbing member. As Kazu’s warm mouth drew rings around Nishikido’s head and quick tongue painted his shaft with delicate tender licks, he had to admit that it was clearly not Kame’s first time. He nudged the younger man off him and pushed his body into the silky sheets. Kazu arched his back, making sure that Ryo would have a perfect angle. As the cock ran roughly over Kame’s butt, Nishikido mumbled almost inaudibly,
“Is this okay?” Kazuya moaned and ripped the elastic out of his hair, letting it fall in damp, dewy waves around his head. As Ryo’s hands elated every inch of his body, Kame whimpered,
“Please.” It was not necessary to ask Nishikido twice. He plunged into Kame, haltingly at first, then more smoothly, breath releasing in shaky groans. To Kazuya’s delight, his hand reached in front for Kame’s member, pumping it rhythmically in time with his thrusts. Kazu could feel Ryo nearing his breaking point, but begged, “Wait,” as he rode the waves of his own pleasure. Then, finally, when Ryo could clearly no longer…”Now.” And they both came, Kame only opening his eyes in time to see the pink sky light up over Tokyo. Nishikido buried his face into one of Kazuya’s pillows.
“No sun,” he whined. Kame kissed his sweaty neck,
“I don’t have to do anything today,” he said elatedly, “We could just…” he smiled softly. Ryo gave him a half grin and pulled him onto his chest,
“Later, princess,” he protested, “I need some rebound time.” Kazu propped himself up on both elbows,
“Now that we’re on better terms,” he began. Ryo scoffed, but a hurt look from Kame humbled him, “I need to inform you that I can kick your ass at sports. And, I’m taller than you. So, shut the fuck up with your princess bullshit.” Nishikido laughed and pushed Kazuya’s face back into his chest,
“I know all that,” he said, “But I call you that just ‘cause you’re so pretty. You can’t argue with that, can ya?” Kame brought his long-lashed eyes up to meet Ryo’s twinkling brown ones. Then, he glanced towards the AnAn which had been tossed near the bedroom door,
“Well, I did say that people probably thought I was more beautiful than cool, right?” he admitted, smoothing his now-tangled hair. With that, Ryo kissed him and they slept in the entire morning, Kame never once missing his coveted alone time.
Pairing : Ryokame
Rating : R
Genre : Smut, BL, Yaoi
Disclaimer : If I owned Kame or Ryo there would be a lot smuttier Ryokame pictures circulating...
Summary : Kame has an unexpected visitor to his apartment.
Kamenashi Kazuya wanted to walk home. Ignoring his manager’s complaints, once he was out of his wig, and the many layers of his Bemu outfit, he had stubbornly begun striding down the winding narrow roads that separated the studio and his apartment. As the crisp breeze ruffled his hair, Kame smiled contentedly; it was rare for him to have alone time in Tokyo, but 2:30 a.m. was apparently the ideal moment for a solitary stroll. The city looked eerily beautiful in the moonlight, buildings fading to hazy grey, and neon signs for once not emitting their electric shine. Kame shivered, and pulled his tight leather closer as the wind rustled around him. The man smiled ruefully. Perhaps he had been too terse at the shooting today; he had left even before they could remove the characteristic makeup covering his face. When he reached his apartment, it was still exceedingly quiet outside. He could hear his own booted footsteps sounding as he walked briskly to the elevator. Once upstairs, he heard the unmistakable blaring of loud music. As he fumbled for his key, he realized in horror that it was coming from his apartment. Pushing the door open timidly, he was overcome with both surprise and irritation as he saw Nishikido Ryo sitting at his kitchen table. Ryo, surrounded by piles of empty beer cans, lazily pushed a laptop (Kame’s-the nerve!) away from him. “Okaeri,” he mumbled. Kame pushed his curls out of his face worriedly,
“What are you doing here?” he asked. ‘I thought you hated me,’ the unspoken undertone, was mirrored in his widened eyes.
“Pi gave me your key.” Ryo was at the fridge now, thumbing absently for another beer. Kazuya put his bag down gently at the door, and started tidying up the cans, feeling much more tired now than he had his entire walk. Damn Yamapi.
“Gave?” Kame managed weakly; Yamapi could be flaky, sure, but Kamenashi doubted that he condoned Nishikido’s breaking and entering expedition. Ryo glowered sullenly at Kazuya while opening his next drink,
“I might have found it in his desk.” He scoffed at Kame’s downturned eyes, “Don’t be such a fucking princess, Kame-chan, I’m only here ‘cause you have free beer.” Kame nodded shortly.
“I’m tired,” he announced, “I am going to take a bath, and then I am going to bed.” Ryo was back on his laptop and failed to respond. As Kame undressed in his bathroom, he pondered over Nishikido’s presence. It seemed odd that Ryo would choose his beer to steal; after all, he could easily have pawned some off his friends and at least have had some drinking buddies. Kazuya eased himself into the warm water and poured in vanilla bubble bath. He would have soaked contentedly if the sounds of internet games hadn’t remained a consistent reminder of the quandary in his living room. A sharp knock on the door further interrupted his relaxation. “What?” he asked exhaustedly. Ryo, again, failed to answer. Reluctantly, Kame drained the water from his bath, dried off with his favourite, fluffiest towel, and slipped into the silky, slinky red kimono he reserved for post-bath repose. He opened the door.
Ryo’s brain seemed to shut off when faced with a newly clean Kazuya. Kame’s soft hair was twisted into a loose bun, his skin was dewy and blushed, and the kimono left little to the imagination; it wound lazily around Kazu’s trim body leaving the startled Nishikido uncomfortably heavy. Kame’s voice came out low and gentle (had he always had such a sweet voice?) as he lectured: “Ryo, clearly you’re here for a reason. What do you want so I can get on with my evening?” Even awestruck, Nishikido couldn’t resist a jab,
“Don’tcha mean morning?” he slurred, pointing at the clock. Kame sighed audibly and stole a cigarette from Ryo’s open pack on the table. He nimbly lit it, and stuck it in his pink lips with a small moan. He couldn’t read the expression on Nishikido’s face.
“Please. Just talk,” he pleaded quietly. Ryo grappled in his backpack and removed a magazine with a strange grin,
“This,” he said, triumphantly almost, “You explain this.” Kazuya took another drag of his cigarette. He didn’t need to see the magazine flung in front of him to know what it would be.
“It’s my AnAn cover, Ryo; it’s hardly a good reason to interrupt my tiny amount of free time.” Nishikido’s face contorted,
“But you look like a fucking girl!” he spat out. Kame lifted his head wilfully,
“Well, Ryo, if you’d bothered to read my interview you would understand.” Ryo shook his head,
“It fucks around with people’s heads, Kame-chan, makes them think things about you that they shouldn’t.” Kazuya shrugged,
“I wouldn’t say shouldn’t…” he said, not quite understanding why he felt flattered by Ryo’s angry gaze. Nishikido forced himself to focus as Kame licked his shapely lips and smiled.
“This is so wrong,” he practically spat. Kazuya put out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray beside him.
“Goodnight Ryo,” he said as he moved towards his bedroom. Instinctively, Ryo grabbed Kazu’s arm. Once he had it in his grasp, however, faced with a bewildered Kame, he was almost at a loss. Kame was so near and he smelled sweet and good from his bath. Ryo’s hand slipped down onto Kazuya’s waist,
“Wait,” he ordered, looking more sober than he had since Kame walked in. He didn’t let go. “Why are you so beautiful?” he asked suddenly; the question had appeared almost unthinkingly. Kame was so shocked he couldn’t respond; he merely stared, open mouthed at Ryo. Nishikido’s short hair was messy and his skin was tanned. His sleeveless shirt revealed toned arms and his eyes were unusually gentle- looking to Kazu. When Ryo’s hand tilted his face upwards, Kame’s lips didn’t respond as if they were confused, however. The men’s lips melded seamlessly and Kazuya was exhilarated by Ryo’s salty taste. As they parted slightly, breathlessly, Kame’s eyes questioned the other boy silently, lacy eyelashes fluttering once to ensure they understood each other. Nishikido dropped the magazine he had been holding as Kazuya undid his kimono and stood naked in the moonlight, soft fabric hanging off his shoulders. The creamy smooth skin, small pinkish nipples and taut rising member of Kame’s body were illuminated by the large window in the living room. Ryo swallowed. Kazu’s soft hands led Nishikido into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt. Kame smiled deliciously as he watched Ryo stiffen, almost unbearably, as he let his kimono fall to the floor. He licked his lips and unclasped the other man’s belt. The drinking had apparently not hampered Ryo’s abilities; but then, he had never seen Kame naked before. Kazu’s warm wettened lips and big eyes could perhaps fool him on the cover of a magazine, but, as Nishikido’s hands stroked Kame’s firm penis, he couldn’t deny that it was not Kamenashi as a girl that made his pants tight. He groaned, suddenly, loudly, and was rewarded by Kazuya’s teasing laughter, and nimble fingers yanking his jeans off.
“Never done this before, eh?” Kame smiled mischievously. Ryo’s response was to shove his cocky head down onto his throbbing member. As Kazu’s warm mouth drew rings around Nishikido’s head and quick tongue painted his shaft with delicate tender licks, he had to admit that it was clearly not Kame’s first time. He nudged the younger man off him and pushed his body into the silky sheets. Kazu arched his back, making sure that Ryo would have a perfect angle. As the cock ran roughly over Kame’s butt, Nishikido mumbled almost inaudibly,
“Is this okay?” Kazuya moaned and ripped the elastic out of his hair, letting it fall in damp, dewy waves around his head. As Ryo’s hands elated every inch of his body, Kame whimpered,
“Please.” It was not necessary to ask Nishikido twice. He plunged into Kame, haltingly at first, then more smoothly, breath releasing in shaky groans. To Kazuya’s delight, his hand reached in front for Kame’s member, pumping it rhythmically in time with his thrusts. Kazu could feel Ryo nearing his breaking point, but begged, “Wait,” as he rode the waves of his own pleasure. Then, finally, when Ryo could clearly no longer…”Now.” And they both came, Kame only opening his eyes in time to see the pink sky light up over Tokyo. Nishikido buried his face into one of Kazuya’s pillows.
“No sun,” he whined. Kame kissed his sweaty neck,
“I don’t have to do anything today,” he said elatedly, “We could just…” he smiled softly. Ryo gave him a half grin and pulled him onto his chest,
“Later, princess,” he protested, “I need some rebound time.” Kazu propped himself up on both elbows,
“Now that we’re on better terms,” he began. Ryo scoffed, but a hurt look from Kame humbled him, “I need to inform you that I can kick your ass at sports. And, I’m taller than you. So, shut the fuck up with your princess bullshit.” Nishikido laughed and pushed Kazuya’s face back into his chest,
“I know all that,” he said, “But I call you that just ‘cause you’re so pretty. You can’t argue with that, can ya?” Kame brought his long-lashed eyes up to meet Ryo’s twinkling brown ones. Then, he glanced towards the AnAn which had been tossed near the bedroom door,
“Well, I did say that people probably thought I was more beautiful than cool, right?” he admitted, smoothing his now-tangled hair. With that, Ryo kissed him and they slept in the entire morning, Kame never once missing his coveted alone time.