Multi-chapter | I'm looking at you through the glass | epilogue
Title: I’m looking at you through the glass
Author: kyu_x
Beta: dirtypopgurl
Main pairing(s): Akame
Banner: kawaiikame
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When Kamenashi Tarou succeeds president Miyazagi and becomes the president, he assigns Akanishi Jin, a Secret Service agent to Kazuya's security detail. Kazuya finds his personal Secret Service agent quite his type and decides to play with him a bit, when Jin just wants out of Japan, maybe to America. But as usual, the universe has other plans.
EPILOGUE
Before, Jin fantasized about waking up to find Kazuya sleeping next to him, hair over his forehead and his eyelashes curling against his cheeks. He spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to kiss Kazuya awake, lips pressed to his neck just below his ear, then his jaw and his cheek and maybe his closed eyelids, until Kazuya woke up enough to make that little humming sound Jin had heard a million times over the phone, but never in person.
He’d heard it up close and personal plenty of times since then, just like he’d woken up with Kazuya plenty of times. Pretty much every day for the past five months, not counting the times he woke up to find Kazuya already up and in the kitchen working on his coffee fix. A few of those times he’d even woken Kazuya up just the way he used to dream about; on those days they barely even bothered to get out of bed.
But Jin had to get up and go to work most days, and Senator Mukoda and the rest of her staff didn’t seem all that impressed with the whole ‘Japan’s hero’ thing, so he couldn’t use his bullet wound as an excuse to play hooky with his boyfriend. Kazuya usually had meetings with politicians or lobbyists about his green textile initiative anyway, so this was the first time they’d had a whole week of waking up slow and no need to go anywhere. No meetings, no diplomatic appearances, just the two of them and a fucking huge hotel bed. And yeah, okay, Kazuya’s entire security detail, but it was easy enough to pretend they weren’t there once he and Kazuya were alone in their room.
It took a little while for Jin to get used to the fact that he wasn’t part of that detail anymore. It was a little weird for all of them, because Jin used to be their co-worker, and now he was just another protectee. Just somebody else to get in their way of doing their jobs, and a few months into being a civilian again he still hadn’t figured out if the fact that he used to be one of them made the situation better or worse.
It made it more awkward, for sure, mainly because he figured they’d all gossiped about him and Kazuya like his mother and the other ladies back at Hokkaido before Jin turned in his resignation and then sort of got fired anyway, and proving them right hadn’t really been part of his plan. He figured they were probably still gossiping, or maybe complaining about having to cover his and Kazuya’s asses now, but he’d had a few months to get used to it, and he sure as hell wasn’t planning to let it ruin their trip.
Jin shook off the thought and focused his attention on Kazuya, sprawled on the mattress next to him and still breathing deep. His eyelashes curled against his cheeks just like the first time Jin found him asleep, lips parted just a little, but instead of bright red pajamas Jin could see a hint of the bare skin he knew was hiding under the hotel sheet.
He thought about letting Kazuya sleep; it was their first real vacation together, after all, and they’d spent their first night in Italy making sure they were both worn out enough to sleep in the next morning. Except Jin still hadn’t gotten the hang of sleeping in, which meant he’d been awake for awhile now, leaning back against the headboard and watching Kazuya sleep.
He considered going for a run before Kazuya woke up, leaving a note just in case and then heading out to check out Venice on his own. They’d walked around a little the night before, but Kazuya was right that it was kind of a hassle with a whole entourage shadowing their every move. It took some of the romance out of the experience, anyway, but Jin wasn’t about to let Kazuya use that as an excuse to come to Italy and spend the whole time in his hotel twice.
Not that he hated the idea of staying in the hotel, especially when Kazuya stirred next to him and shifted a little closer on the mattress. His eyes were still closed, but the sheet slipped a little when he moved, and now Jin had a perfect view of pale shoulders. And yeah, he could definitely see the appeal of spending the whole week in bed, making sure Kazuya had a whole catalog of memories to keep him warm at night when he was back in the dorm room at his school and Jin was stuck in his apartment alone.
But Jin was trying not to think about Kazuya going back to school until he had to. He’d gotten used to having Kazuya around all the time, coming home worn out from doing Senator Mukoda’s grunt work all day to find Kazuya cross-legged in the middle of their bed, laptop in front of him and fingers moving across the keyboard. Or in the kitchen, fussing over a pot of something on the stove. Cooking for him, and it wasn’t like Jin had never come home to a hot meal before, his mother had seen to that, but he’d never expected to come home to dinner cooked by the son of Japan’s president.
He smiled to himself and moved a little closer, reaching out to trace the curve of Kazuya’s shoulder with his palm. Kazuya let out a contented little sigh and pushed back against Jin’s hand, and he abandoned his plan to go running in favour of leaning in and pressing a kiss to the back of Kazuya’s neck.
“What time is it?”
“Early,” Jin answered, but instead of offering to let Kazuya go back to sleep he brushed a kiss against Kazuya’s shoulder blade this time. He worked his way down the center of Kazuya’s back, pushing the sheet down as he went until it was bunched around Kazuya’s waist. Above him Kazuya hummed and folded his arms under his head, and when Jin looked up and saw him smiling with his eyes closed like a spoiled cat, he laughed against Kazuya’s skin.
“You want me to order some breakfast, or are you staying in bed all day?” Jin asked, and he really wasn’t planning to let Kazuya stay in the hotel all week, because they were in Venice, for fuck’s sake, but he didn’t hate the idea of staying put for a little while.
Kazuya let out another little sigh and turned toward Jin, reaching out to catch the hand still resting on his hip. “I was under the impression that staying in bed wasn’t an option.”
“Not all week,” Jin answered, dragging Kazuya a little closer and planting a kiss on his cheek this time. “But we could probably use a day to get over the jetlag.”
It was a pretty weak excuse and they both knew it, so he wasn’t surprised when Kazuya laughed. They’d both slept just fine on the private plane, and Jin knew better than to get used to it, because Kazuya wasn’t going to be the president’s son forever, but he had to admit he could get used to it.
He could get used to five-star hotels, too. He could get used to room service, and he could definitely get used to standing at the window and watching the gondolas float down the canal. He could even get used to the idea of his boyfriend footing the bill, because he’d seen Kazuya in action, and Jin knew he was going places in the fashion industry. Maybe in politics, too; he sure as hell had the connections.
“So we stay in today, and spend the rest of the week seeing the sights,” Kazuya said, tilting his chin up a little to give Jin better access to his neck. His hands were on Jin’s chest, moving in lazy patterns and sending little shivers down Jin’s spine, and it was hard to remember why they were talking about getting out of bed at all when Kazuya was making those noises in the back of his throat.
“Maybe we should spend the last day in bed too,” Jin said, lifting up just long enough to grin at Kazuya. “Rest up before the trip home.”
That got him a laugh, then Kazuya’s hands left his chest to slide his arms around Jin’s neck. “That doesn’t give us a lot of time for sightseeing.”
“It gives us five solid days.” He murmured the words against Kazuya’s neck, and when Kazuya hummed again and slid a hand in Jin’s hair he grinned and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just below Kazuya’s ear. “We can cover plenty of territory in five days, don’t you think?”
“Enough,” Kazuya said, his breath sort of catching on the word when Jin’s tongue traced the curve of his ear, and Jin laughed and moved back down to mouth his way along Kazuya’s jaw. “I thought we might rent a car and drive down to Rome. They say Italy’s a singular driving experience.”
“You think your entourage is going to go for that?”
Kazuya shrugged underneath him and shifted just a little on the mattress, somehow managing to get Jin even closer without trying. “They probably won’t like it, but it’ll be fun to see if they can keep up.”
Jin laughed and slid a hand up Kazuya’s arm to catch one of his hands and thread their fingers together. “You know stuff like that is the reason your detail thinks you’re a pain in the ass, right?”
“It’s not my fault they have no appreciation for performance vehicles,” Kazuya answered, and when his nose kind of wrinkled Jin had a feeling he was picturing big black Town Cars. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to drive a Ferrari, and what better place than in its native country?”
Jin couldn’t say he’d ever wanted to drive a Ferrari, exactly, mostly because it had always been so far out of the realm of possibility that he’d never really considered it. Driving Tatsuya’s Camaro had been pretty fun, though, or it would have been if he hadn’t been worried about someone taking a shot at them the entire time and he had a feeling a Ferrari would be even better. Then again, he’d seen Kazuya drive, so he wasn’t counting on Kazuya giving him a turn behind the wheel.
“Fine by me, babe,” he said, then he pressed a kiss to the bottom of Kazuya’s chin. “I’ve always wanted to see Rome.”
“Of course we’ll have to take a detour through Milan first,” Kazuya said, his voice going kind of breathy when Jin slid a knee between his legs. “I can hardly come to Italy and not see the fashion capital.”
Jin didn’t point out that Kazuya had already been to Milan. He’d spent a lot of time in Milan, as a matter of fact, but it had all been inside a hotel room reading fashion magazines. He knew bringing it up would just kill the mood, and if they were spending the whole day in bed he wanted Kazuya relaxed and happy, not brooding about something that happened before they even met.
“So are you gonna let me drive the Ferrari?” he asked instead, the words warm against Kazuya’s skin as Jin aimed a kiss at his mouth. Before he made contact Kazuya turned his head, and when Jin frowned down at him Kazuya’s hands landed on his chest again to push him backwards.
“Technically I shouldn’t let you drive without an International Driver’s Permit, but what the Polizia don’t know won’t hurt them.” He said and slid out from under Jin while he talked, and when he climbed off the bed Jin frowned and sat up.
“Where are you going?”
“To brush my teeth,” Kazuya answered as he reached for one of the hotel bathrobes they’d ditched the night before. “And you’re going to call about that breakfast you promised me.”
Jin laughed but didn’t argue; instead he reached for the phone and the room service menu, then he dialled while Kazuya disappeared into the bathroom. He’d learned a little Italian for the trip, mostly just the basics he could pick up listening to a beginner course on his phone during the train ride to work every morning. Jin was grateful that he studied English well in high school because everybody at the hotel so far spoke English, so he hadn’t needed to bust out more than a badly accented ciao so far.
The guy on the other end of the phone spoke perfect English just like everybody else, and he promised Jin he’d send up the biggest pot of coffee they had right away. When he was finished he pulled on the other bathrobe, tightening the belt before he headed for the door of the hotel room. He paused with his hand on the knob and took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever looks he was about to get.
And it shouldn’t still be this weird, not after five months of waking up with Kazuya and seeing his security detail pretty much every time he came or went from their apartment. But it was the first time he’d ever talked to them while he was wearing a bathrobe, and after standing on the other side of the door for so long it was kind of hard not to wonder what they were thinking.
He took another breath and pulled the door open, nodding at Agent Uchiyama when he glanced down at Jin’s robe. “Room Service is sending up a cart in about twenty minutes. Just a heads up.”
Uchiyama nodded and turned away to talk into the mic clipped to his sleeve, and Jin rolled his eyes at himself and shut the door again. Maybe if Kazuya had a whole new detail, with guys Jin hadn’t spent months working with, it wouldn’t be so strange. But if he hadn’t worked with all those guys he’d never have met Kazuya in the first place, so Jin figured it was worth whatever looks they wanted to toss in his direction.
When he turned away from the door Kazuya was coming out of the bathroom, bedhead more or less under control, and Jin didn’t point out what a shame that was. Instead he met Kazuya halfway and slid his arms around Kazuya’s waist, then he pulled Kazuya close and leaned in.
“Now can I kiss you?”
Kazuya just smiled and pushed forward to press cool, mint-flavored lips against his, sighing into the kiss and when Jin’s hand slid into his hair to mess it up again he didn’t complain. “How long have we got?”
Forever, Jin didn’t say. Instead he grinned and pressed another kiss to Kazuya’s lips before he answered. “Not long enough to pick up where we left off.”
“More’s the pity,” Kazuya said, his gaze wandering down the front of Jin’s robe where it had already started to open. “But we’ve got the rest of the day after that.”
Breakfast on the balcony overlooking the canals, then the rest of the day with nothing but him and Kazuya and a big, soft bed. Yeah, this he could definitely get used to.
THE END
Author: kyu_x
Beta: dirtypopgurl
Main pairing(s): Akame
Banner: kawaiikame
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: When Kamenashi Tarou succeeds president Miyazagi and becomes the president, he assigns Akanishi Jin, a Secret Service agent to Kazuya's security detail. Kazuya finds his personal Secret Service agent quite his type and decides to play with him a bit, when Jin just wants out of Japan, maybe to America. But as usual, the universe has other plans.
EPILOGUE
Before, Jin fantasized about waking up to find Kazuya sleeping next to him, hair over his forehead and his eyelashes curling against his cheeks. He spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to kiss Kazuya awake, lips pressed to his neck just below his ear, then his jaw and his cheek and maybe his closed eyelids, until Kazuya woke up enough to make that little humming sound Jin had heard a million times over the phone, but never in person.
He’d heard it up close and personal plenty of times since then, just like he’d woken up with Kazuya plenty of times. Pretty much every day for the past five months, not counting the times he woke up to find Kazuya already up and in the kitchen working on his coffee fix. A few of those times he’d even woken Kazuya up just the way he used to dream about; on those days they barely even bothered to get out of bed.
But Jin had to get up and go to work most days, and Senator Mukoda and the rest of her staff didn’t seem all that impressed with the whole ‘Japan’s hero’ thing, so he couldn’t use his bullet wound as an excuse to play hooky with his boyfriend. Kazuya usually had meetings with politicians or lobbyists about his green textile initiative anyway, so this was the first time they’d had a whole week of waking up slow and no need to go anywhere. No meetings, no diplomatic appearances, just the two of them and a fucking huge hotel bed. And yeah, okay, Kazuya’s entire security detail, but it was easy enough to pretend they weren’t there once he and Kazuya were alone in their room.
It took a little while for Jin to get used to the fact that he wasn’t part of that detail anymore. It was a little weird for all of them, because Jin used to be their co-worker, and now he was just another protectee. Just somebody else to get in their way of doing their jobs, and a few months into being a civilian again he still hadn’t figured out if the fact that he used to be one of them made the situation better or worse.
It made it more awkward, for sure, mainly because he figured they’d all gossiped about him and Kazuya like his mother and the other ladies back at Hokkaido before Jin turned in his resignation and then sort of got fired anyway, and proving them right hadn’t really been part of his plan. He figured they were probably still gossiping, or maybe complaining about having to cover his and Kazuya’s asses now, but he’d had a few months to get used to it, and he sure as hell wasn’t planning to let it ruin their trip.
Jin shook off the thought and focused his attention on Kazuya, sprawled on the mattress next to him and still breathing deep. His eyelashes curled against his cheeks just like the first time Jin found him asleep, lips parted just a little, but instead of bright red pajamas Jin could see a hint of the bare skin he knew was hiding under the hotel sheet.
He thought about letting Kazuya sleep; it was their first real vacation together, after all, and they’d spent their first night in Italy making sure they were both worn out enough to sleep in the next morning. Except Jin still hadn’t gotten the hang of sleeping in, which meant he’d been awake for awhile now, leaning back against the headboard and watching Kazuya sleep.
He considered going for a run before Kazuya woke up, leaving a note just in case and then heading out to check out Venice on his own. They’d walked around a little the night before, but Kazuya was right that it was kind of a hassle with a whole entourage shadowing their every move. It took some of the romance out of the experience, anyway, but Jin wasn’t about to let Kazuya use that as an excuse to come to Italy and spend the whole time in his hotel twice.
Not that he hated the idea of staying in the hotel, especially when Kazuya stirred next to him and shifted a little closer on the mattress. His eyes were still closed, but the sheet slipped a little when he moved, and now Jin had a perfect view of pale shoulders. And yeah, he could definitely see the appeal of spending the whole week in bed, making sure Kazuya had a whole catalog of memories to keep him warm at night when he was back in the dorm room at his school and Jin was stuck in his apartment alone.
But Jin was trying not to think about Kazuya going back to school until he had to. He’d gotten used to having Kazuya around all the time, coming home worn out from doing Senator Mukoda’s grunt work all day to find Kazuya cross-legged in the middle of their bed, laptop in front of him and fingers moving across the keyboard. Or in the kitchen, fussing over a pot of something on the stove. Cooking for him, and it wasn’t like Jin had never come home to a hot meal before, his mother had seen to that, but he’d never expected to come home to dinner cooked by the son of Japan’s president.
He smiled to himself and moved a little closer, reaching out to trace the curve of Kazuya’s shoulder with his palm. Kazuya let out a contented little sigh and pushed back against Jin’s hand, and he abandoned his plan to go running in favour of leaning in and pressing a kiss to the back of Kazuya’s neck.
“What time is it?”
“Early,” Jin answered, but instead of offering to let Kazuya go back to sleep he brushed a kiss against Kazuya’s shoulder blade this time. He worked his way down the center of Kazuya’s back, pushing the sheet down as he went until it was bunched around Kazuya’s waist. Above him Kazuya hummed and folded his arms under his head, and when Jin looked up and saw him smiling with his eyes closed like a spoiled cat, he laughed against Kazuya’s skin.
“You want me to order some breakfast, or are you staying in bed all day?” Jin asked, and he really wasn’t planning to let Kazuya stay in the hotel all week, because they were in Venice, for fuck’s sake, but he didn’t hate the idea of staying put for a little while.
Kazuya let out another little sigh and turned toward Jin, reaching out to catch the hand still resting on his hip. “I was under the impression that staying in bed wasn’t an option.”
“Not all week,” Jin answered, dragging Kazuya a little closer and planting a kiss on his cheek this time. “But we could probably use a day to get over the jetlag.”
It was a pretty weak excuse and they both knew it, so he wasn’t surprised when Kazuya laughed. They’d both slept just fine on the private plane, and Jin knew better than to get used to it, because Kazuya wasn’t going to be the president’s son forever, but he had to admit he could get used to it.
He could get used to five-star hotels, too. He could get used to room service, and he could definitely get used to standing at the window and watching the gondolas float down the canal. He could even get used to the idea of his boyfriend footing the bill, because he’d seen Kazuya in action, and Jin knew he was going places in the fashion industry. Maybe in politics, too; he sure as hell had the connections.
“So we stay in today, and spend the rest of the week seeing the sights,” Kazuya said, tilting his chin up a little to give Jin better access to his neck. His hands were on Jin’s chest, moving in lazy patterns and sending little shivers down Jin’s spine, and it was hard to remember why they were talking about getting out of bed at all when Kazuya was making those noises in the back of his throat.
“Maybe we should spend the last day in bed too,” Jin said, lifting up just long enough to grin at Kazuya. “Rest up before the trip home.”
That got him a laugh, then Kazuya’s hands left his chest to slide his arms around Jin’s neck. “That doesn’t give us a lot of time for sightseeing.”
“It gives us five solid days.” He murmured the words against Kazuya’s neck, and when Kazuya hummed again and slid a hand in Jin’s hair he grinned and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin just below Kazuya’s ear. “We can cover plenty of territory in five days, don’t you think?”
“Enough,” Kazuya said, his breath sort of catching on the word when Jin’s tongue traced the curve of his ear, and Jin laughed and moved back down to mouth his way along Kazuya’s jaw. “I thought we might rent a car and drive down to Rome. They say Italy’s a singular driving experience.”
“You think your entourage is going to go for that?”
Kazuya shrugged underneath him and shifted just a little on the mattress, somehow managing to get Jin even closer without trying. “They probably won’t like it, but it’ll be fun to see if they can keep up.”
Jin laughed and slid a hand up Kazuya’s arm to catch one of his hands and thread their fingers together. “You know stuff like that is the reason your detail thinks you’re a pain in the ass, right?”
“It’s not my fault they have no appreciation for performance vehicles,” Kazuya answered, and when his nose kind of wrinkled Jin had a feeling he was picturing big black Town Cars. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to drive a Ferrari, and what better place than in its native country?”
Jin couldn’t say he’d ever wanted to drive a Ferrari, exactly, mostly because it had always been so far out of the realm of possibility that he’d never really considered it. Driving Tatsuya’s Camaro had been pretty fun, though, or it would have been if he hadn’t been worried about someone taking a shot at them the entire time and he had a feeling a Ferrari would be even better. Then again, he’d seen Kazuya drive, so he wasn’t counting on Kazuya giving him a turn behind the wheel.
“Fine by me, babe,” he said, then he pressed a kiss to the bottom of Kazuya’s chin. “I’ve always wanted to see Rome.”
“Of course we’ll have to take a detour through Milan first,” Kazuya said, his voice going kind of breathy when Jin slid a knee between his legs. “I can hardly come to Italy and not see the fashion capital.”
Jin didn’t point out that Kazuya had already been to Milan. He’d spent a lot of time in Milan, as a matter of fact, but it had all been inside a hotel room reading fashion magazines. He knew bringing it up would just kill the mood, and if they were spending the whole day in bed he wanted Kazuya relaxed and happy, not brooding about something that happened before they even met.
“So are you gonna let me drive the Ferrari?” he asked instead, the words warm against Kazuya’s skin as Jin aimed a kiss at his mouth. Before he made contact Kazuya turned his head, and when Jin frowned down at him Kazuya’s hands landed on his chest again to push him backwards.
“Technically I shouldn’t let you drive without an International Driver’s Permit, but what the Polizia don’t know won’t hurt them.” He said and slid out from under Jin while he talked, and when he climbed off the bed Jin frowned and sat up.
“Where are you going?”
“To brush my teeth,” Kazuya answered as he reached for one of the hotel bathrobes they’d ditched the night before. “And you’re going to call about that breakfast you promised me.”
Jin laughed but didn’t argue; instead he reached for the phone and the room service menu, then he dialled while Kazuya disappeared into the bathroom. He’d learned a little Italian for the trip, mostly just the basics he could pick up listening to a beginner course on his phone during the train ride to work every morning. Jin was grateful that he studied English well in high school because everybody at the hotel so far spoke English, so he hadn’t needed to bust out more than a badly accented ciao so far.
The guy on the other end of the phone spoke perfect English just like everybody else, and he promised Jin he’d send up the biggest pot of coffee they had right away. When he was finished he pulled on the other bathrobe, tightening the belt before he headed for the door of the hotel room. He paused with his hand on the knob and took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever looks he was about to get.
And it shouldn’t still be this weird, not after five months of waking up with Kazuya and seeing his security detail pretty much every time he came or went from their apartment. But it was the first time he’d ever talked to them while he was wearing a bathrobe, and after standing on the other side of the door for so long it was kind of hard not to wonder what they were thinking.
He took another breath and pulled the door open, nodding at Agent Uchiyama when he glanced down at Jin’s robe. “Room Service is sending up a cart in about twenty minutes. Just a heads up.”
Uchiyama nodded and turned away to talk into the mic clipped to his sleeve, and Jin rolled his eyes at himself and shut the door again. Maybe if Kazuya had a whole new detail, with guys Jin hadn’t spent months working with, it wouldn’t be so strange. But if he hadn’t worked with all those guys he’d never have met Kazuya in the first place, so Jin figured it was worth whatever looks they wanted to toss in his direction.
When he turned away from the door Kazuya was coming out of the bathroom, bedhead more or less under control, and Jin didn’t point out what a shame that was. Instead he met Kazuya halfway and slid his arms around Kazuya’s waist, then he pulled Kazuya close and leaned in.
“Now can I kiss you?”
Kazuya just smiled and pushed forward to press cool, mint-flavored lips against his, sighing into the kiss and when Jin’s hand slid into his hair to mess it up again he didn’t complain. “How long have we got?”
Forever, Jin didn’t say. Instead he grinned and pressed another kiss to Kazuya’s lips before he answered. “Not long enough to pick up where we left off.”
“More’s the pity,” Kazuya said, his gaze wandering down the front of Jin’s robe where it had already started to open. “But we’ve got the rest of the day after that.”
Breakfast on the balcony overlooking the canals, then the rest of the day with nothing but him and Kazuya and a big, soft bed. Yeah, this he could definitely get used to.
THE END