[fic] Denial
Title: Denial
Fandoms: Tokyo DOGS.
Pairings: Sou/Maruo.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Porn. Really, just a handjob. *shrugs*
Summary: Porn. During their undercover stint, Sou and Maruo share a hotel room. Hijinks ensue.
Notes: I just finished this series last night. Was angry that porn doesn't seem to exist for it. This is just a short, pointless, little PWP which takes place during episode 6. Dialogue from the episode is taken from TimeLesSub's hardsubbed version.
Denial
It's just after eleven o'clock when Sou instructs Maruo to turn off the lights in their small hotel room. They sit side by side on the small bed and the few seconds of awkward silence seem to stretch on for days.
Maruo is, as always, the one to break the silence. “This is so gross! Why are two guys in a hotel?”
Sou inwardly rolls his eyes. Maruo's discomfort is amusing and, if Sou cared enough to psychoanalyze his partner, it's bit sad.
“Can I turn the music on?” Maruo asks, pointing to the radio next to the bed.
“Yeah, but not too loud.”
Maruo leans over toward the radio and with a click, the room is filled with the quiet crooning of the Righteous Brothers. Maruo looks up at Sou with horror splashed across his face. “This makes it even weirder, huh?”
Sou blinks at his partner and says, “I'll... go take a shower.” He stands and walks toward the bathroom and Maruo can only point and gape at Sou.
“Wai... What are you saying?” It only takes a moment before Maruo's mind comes up with an explanation. “Oh. You did that on purpose, didn't you?”
Sou turns and his lips form a tiny smile. This time, he'll let Maruo believe what he wants to believe. Eventually, he thinks, the other man will accept his own feelings. Sou puts his finger to his mouth. “Shh,” he instructs and then leaves for his shower.
Maruo, left alone in the room, paces in front of the bed and mumbles to himself. “He was just joking,” he says, though, in the back of his mind, he's not at all convinced. He lays himself down on the bed and closes his eyes, hoping that his partner will see him sleeping and volunteer himself to sleep on the floor.
Hearing the faucet of the shower turn on, however, wipes any thoughts of sleep from his head. Instead, he pictures hot water droplets sliding down tanned skin pulled taut over the flexing muscles of his partner. Before he can stop himself, his hand is reaching into his pants, palming his fast rising erection. He briefly thinks to pull his hand back in shame, but as he grasps himself firmly and starts to pump his fist, it's too late.
Maruo's breathing speeds up along with his pulse and his hand jerks, fast, then slow and in his mind, he imagines Sou's hand on his cock and pink lips circling the head and hollowed out cheeks sucking him in.
“Sen... sensei,” Maruo moans and Sou smirks at him from where he stands in the bathroom's doorway, a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist in a half-hearted attempt at modesty.
Sou contemplates leaving and letting Maruo work through this himself, but as “sensei,” he feels it's best to help the other man. He slowly approaches the bed and props one knee up on the edge while his hand immediately winds its way into Maruo's pants to help with the effort.
Maruo's eyes pop open and he tries to back away from Sou, but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks with a shaky voice.
“Shh,” Sou insists. He picks up where Maruo left off, grasping Maruo's hard shaft in his hand and pumping slowly.
Maruo gasps and bucks into his palm. “S-stop! This is... gross... Two guys shou...”
“Too loud,” Sou whispers just before sealing Maruo's lips with his own in a fast and deep kiss. The other man responds to the kiss almost immediately, eyes fluttering closed, and Sou can't help but smile in amusement against Maruo's lips. He assumes that denial couldn't look quite as attractive on anyone else.
He breaks apart from the kiss and glides his tongue across Maruo's jaw and down his long neck, stopping just as he reaches the collar of his white shirt and sucking hard on the patch of skin there. He speeds up his hand at the same time and Maruo arches his back sharply.
“Anhh!” he grunts in ecstasy and Sou is just about to tell the man to be quiet when Maruo comes abruptly in Sou's hand. “Sss... Sensei!” he cries out and his body shakes with pleasure.
When he's spent and his orgasm has slowed to just tiny ripples of warmth throughout his body, Maruo opens his eyes to see Sou gazing down at him with his usual stoic face. Sou's left hand is against his hip, still, and his right hand is cradling his neck, his thumb drawing small circles along soft skin.
“You... why... I didn't...”
Sou places a finger over Maruo's lips and hushes him. “I'm done in the shower, so you can go take one,” he says. He pushes himself up away from his partner and sits at the edge of the bed, the white towel at his waist doing nothing to hide his own erection. But Maruo is too shocked to take notice and he quickly scrambles off the bed and into the bathroom.
It's nearly half an hour later when Maruo finally emerges from the bathroom. He hesitantly approaches the bed and finds Sou lying on his back in the center of it, covered in one of the sheets. There is little space left for Maruo and he frowns. He then spots a pillow and a blanket on the floor next to the bed and his jaw drops open.
“Eh?! Why do I have to sleep on the floor again?!” Maruo gets down onto the floor and curls up under the blanket anyway, mumbling angrily to himself about how horrible and rude Americans are.
On the bed, Sou smiles and rolls onto his side.
The end!
Notes: Does other better fic exist for this series? Please give me links!!!!
Fandoms: Tokyo DOGS.
Pairings: Sou/Maruo.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Porn. Really, just a handjob. *shrugs*
Summary: Porn. During their undercover stint, Sou and Maruo share a hotel room. Hijinks ensue.
Notes: I just finished this series last night. Was angry that porn doesn't seem to exist for it. This is just a short, pointless, little PWP which takes place during episode 6. Dialogue from the episode is taken from TimeLesSub's hardsubbed version.
Denial
It's just after eleven o'clock when Sou instructs Maruo to turn off the lights in their small hotel room. They sit side by side on the small bed and the few seconds of awkward silence seem to stretch on for days.
Maruo is, as always, the one to break the silence. “This is so gross! Why are two guys in a hotel?”
Sou inwardly rolls his eyes. Maruo's discomfort is amusing and, if Sou cared enough to psychoanalyze his partner, it's bit sad.
“Can I turn the music on?” Maruo asks, pointing to the radio next to the bed.
“Yeah, but not too loud.”
Maruo leans over toward the radio and with a click, the room is filled with the quiet crooning of the Righteous Brothers. Maruo looks up at Sou with horror splashed across his face. “This makes it even weirder, huh?”
Sou blinks at his partner and says, “I'll... go take a shower.” He stands and walks toward the bathroom and Maruo can only point and gape at Sou.
“Wai... What are you saying?” It only takes a moment before Maruo's mind comes up with an explanation. “Oh. You did that on purpose, didn't you?”
Sou turns and his lips form a tiny smile. This time, he'll let Maruo believe what he wants to believe. Eventually, he thinks, the other man will accept his own feelings. Sou puts his finger to his mouth. “Shh,” he instructs and then leaves for his shower.
Maruo, left alone in the room, paces in front of the bed and mumbles to himself. “He was just joking,” he says, though, in the back of his mind, he's not at all convinced. He lays himself down on the bed and closes his eyes, hoping that his partner will see him sleeping and volunteer himself to sleep on the floor.
Hearing the faucet of the shower turn on, however, wipes any thoughts of sleep from his head. Instead, he pictures hot water droplets sliding down tanned skin pulled taut over the flexing muscles of his partner. Before he can stop himself, his hand is reaching into his pants, palming his fast rising erection. He briefly thinks to pull his hand back in shame, but as he grasps himself firmly and starts to pump his fist, it's too late.
Maruo's breathing speeds up along with his pulse and his hand jerks, fast, then slow and in his mind, he imagines Sou's hand on his cock and pink lips circling the head and hollowed out cheeks sucking him in.
“Sen... sensei,” Maruo moans and Sou smirks at him from where he stands in the bathroom's doorway, a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist in a half-hearted attempt at modesty.
Sou contemplates leaving and letting Maruo work through this himself, but as “sensei,” he feels it's best to help the other man. He slowly approaches the bed and props one knee up on the edge while his hand immediately winds its way into Maruo's pants to help with the effort.
Maruo's eyes pop open and he tries to back away from Sou, but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks with a shaky voice.
“Shh,” Sou insists. He picks up where Maruo left off, grasping Maruo's hard shaft in his hand and pumping slowly.
Maruo gasps and bucks into his palm. “S-stop! This is... gross... Two guys shou...”
“Too loud,” Sou whispers just before sealing Maruo's lips with his own in a fast and deep kiss. The other man responds to the kiss almost immediately, eyes fluttering closed, and Sou can't help but smile in amusement against Maruo's lips. He assumes that denial couldn't look quite as attractive on anyone else.
He breaks apart from the kiss and glides his tongue across Maruo's jaw and down his long neck, stopping just as he reaches the collar of his white shirt and sucking hard on the patch of skin there. He speeds up his hand at the same time and Maruo arches his back sharply.
“Anhh!” he grunts in ecstasy and Sou is just about to tell the man to be quiet when Maruo comes abruptly in Sou's hand. “Sss... Sensei!” he cries out and his body shakes with pleasure.
When he's spent and his orgasm has slowed to just tiny ripples of warmth throughout his body, Maruo opens his eyes to see Sou gazing down at him with his usual stoic face. Sou's left hand is against his hip, still, and his right hand is cradling his neck, his thumb drawing small circles along soft skin.
“You... why... I didn't...”
Sou places a finger over Maruo's lips and hushes him. “I'm done in the shower, so you can go take one,” he says. He pushes himself up away from his partner and sits at the edge of the bed, the white towel at his waist doing nothing to hide his own erection. But Maruo is too shocked to take notice and he quickly scrambles off the bed and into the bathroom.
It's nearly half an hour later when Maruo finally emerges from the bathroom. He hesitantly approaches the bed and finds Sou lying on his back in the center of it, covered in one of the sheets. There is little space left for Maruo and he frowns. He then spots a pillow and a blanket on the floor next to the bed and his jaw drops open.
“Eh?! Why do I have to sleep on the floor again?!” Maruo gets down onto the floor and curls up under the blanket anyway, mumbling angrily to himself about how horrible and rude Americans are.
On the bed, Sou smiles and rolls onto his side.
The end!
Notes: Does other better fic exist for this series? Please give me links!!!!