FIC: Turning Point (Revised Version)~TakkaPi
Konbanwa, minnasan, I hope everyone out there in Cyberland is doing well. I'm on a three-day weekend, Saturday through Monday. Which is good as I contracted this viral infection going around and I'm sure I will have laryngitis by tomorrow. Yay. =-.-= I hope everyone else is staying healthy!
Anyhoo, I was working on plot points for the next chapter of "Like Blood to Water." I tend to read old stories some times if I'm stuck. I stumbled upon the first TakkaPi (Takki X Yamapi) piece I wrote, which was late last year. I read it and ended up revising it last night. I always liked it and thought I would just repost the new piece with the minor revisions. As for "Like Blood to Water," I think I've almost got how the main sequence is going to go, so the rest should just fall into place I hope! In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this little story.
"Turning Point" (Revised Version)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: TakkaPi~Takizawa (Takki) Hideaki X Yamashita (Yamapi) Tomohisa
RATING: R
GENRE: Angst/Romance/Friendship
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but oh, what I would do if they were...
WARNINGS: UST, Some Sexual Situations
SUMMARY: Every person comes to a turning point in their lives. Tackey and Yamapi come to realize their turning point may have been there all along. But there are so many obstacles in the way. (This is a revision from the original one I wrote last year. Some minor points have been changed so the idea flows more smoothly. sannahchu, I hope you like this! =^^=V)
*****
Yamapi sat quietly in the small cafe. The barest hint of thunder drifted lightly overhead and he turned his attention to the lantern decorated ceiling. The colors were soft and muted, making Yamapi study the intricate designs lacing through the elaborate woodwork.
"Your attention is still a little short, my friend."
The young man's attention immediately went to another man standing next to his table. His hair was dark, cut in a chin level shaggy style. His eyes twinkled as much as his smile spread across his face.
"Takki!" Yamapi grinned brightly.
The tall, lilthe young man sprang out his chair and hugged the older man tightly. He felt Takki's laughter softly against the side of his neck.
"It's good to see you too, my favorite kouhai."
"Takki!" Yamapi replied with a scrunched face. "I've graduated, remember?"
"Ah, so you have." the older man said softly.
Takki very gently took the younger man's hand and guided him to sit down at the table. Yamapi pushed back one of his rebellious curls from the side of his face. The new hair style the studio had chosen for his hospital drama wasn't his current favorite. He felt like all the twists got knotted up.
"You're not very fond of your hair are you?" Takki asked amused.
Yamapi shook his head vehemently.
"I like my shaggy styled, straight hair. But I guess they thought I didn't look mature enough."
Takki laughed softly.
"And you're all grown up?"
Yamapi gave a visible pout that had his older friend smiling.
"Ah, I shouldn't give you such a bad time, should I?"
"No, and for that you're buying me dinner."
"Oh, I am?"
"Yes. Besides, I hardly see you any more. I miss us having meals together."
"I miss it too." Takki confided. "Now, what do you want?"
Yamapi picked up the menu and with a rare amount of childish glee pointed to five seperate items on the menu.
"All of those?!"
"It's revenge for thinking I'm still a kid."
"And a very irritating one. Waitress?"
*****
The meal had been a pleasant one and the duo had left the small cafe, Takki dramatically tipping over his wallet indicating that Yamapi had spent all of his cash.
The sudden loud crack of thunder interrupted their light, mutual banter. Takki turned his dark eyes up to the sky and frowned. He looked around the street. The area was virtually empty of people and vehicles. He took out his cell phone and began to dial. His frown deepened when he realized there was no signal.
"This big of a city and I've lost a signal?" he groaned.
Yamapi took out his phone and flicked it on. The bars appeared briefly before disappearing in front of his eyes.
"I bet lightning must have struck a nearby tower."
"We can't stand out here, we're going to get soaked. Let's go back inside the cafe."
Yamapi nodded. The two turned around to see that the lights were out in the restaurant. Another loud crack of thunder and lights on the street went out. The two stood very still until the auxillary power barely illuminated some of the sidewalk lanterns.
"That's never a good sign." Takki mused.
"Maybe we should get a cab?"
"I think we should find some place to go before this rain really hits." Takki replied.
The older man glanced down the street. He could make out a neon sign barely flickering. Without thought, he grabbed Yamapi's hand and led him across the nearly deserted street.
"Takki, where are we going?"
"I think there's a little motel over here."
The duo stopped in front of a building. Yamapi's eyes grew large and he shook his head quickly.
"I'm not staying in there, Takki! You know what those motels are used for!"
"We're not staying, Pichan. We just need to get out of the rain."
A final crack of thunder and a near torrential downpour began to soak the duo. Takki cursed loudly and grabbed Yamapi, pushing him through the doorway. The younger man squeaked as an elderly man looked up from his magazine. He was holding a flashlight and shimmered the beam at the duo standing in front of the desk.
"Can I help you?"
"Do you have a phone that works?" Takki quickly questioned.
"Power is going to be out for a few hours. Got word via my old radio. You two must have got caught in the storm."
"Yes, do you have some towels we could use, sir?"
"I do, but you'll have to rent a room to use them." the man said flatly.
"Takki..." Yamapi whispered in his friend's ear.
"How much?"
The elderly man quoted the price and Takki looked like he was on the verge of choking at the number. However, the older youth opened up his wallet and fished out the remaining yen he had and handed it to the man. He counted it slowly and then handed Takki back a couple bills along with a room key.
"Your lucky we still use the old keys versus key cards. Head through the hallway and up to the second floor. It will be the third door to the right."
"Thank you." Takki said and gave the man a bow.
Yamapi clutched to Takki's arm without thought as they went into the dimly light hallway. The little bit of auxillary power fed into the walkway. The two made their ways up the steps and then down the next corridor. They reached the third door and Takki unlocked it. He quickly shooed the younger man inside before closing and locking it behind him.
Yamapi gazed around the room. He had always thought that these particular motels were full of garish blankets and heart shaped beds. Instead, it looked pretty much like a motel room, with the exception of certain special extras that were placed in a small bowl on the nightstand. Other than that, the room was rather plain.
"Not too bad." Takki commented. He walked over to the window. The rivulets of water slid down the panes, causing a nearly blinding effect.
"We'll have to hope that management isn't in a frenzy yet." Takki added. "We're going to be here for a little while."
He looked over his shoulder to see Yamapi was starting to shiver.
"Why don't you go and take a shower?"
"But aren't you cold too?"
"I'm okay for the time being. I'm going to check to see if we can get anything on the television."
Yamapi nodded and scurried into the bathroom. As he was closing the door, he could hear Takki attempting to get enough electrical current to feed the small television at the foot of the bed.
The younger man turned his attention to the bathroom. Like the bedroom, it was rather plain and the only extras in here were just the usual shampoo and conditioner found in most motels. Yamapi grabbed a white towel and then stripped himself of his wet clothing. The material sunk to the floor. He reached in and fiddled with the shower knobs until the temperature of the water felt comfortable. Yamapi slipped into the stream and let the heat begin to seep through his skin, devouring the chill that had touched him through.
He tilted his head back and let the water glide through his hair. The youth slid his hand through the base of his curls. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warming sensation when an sudden image came unbidden to his mind.
He saw himself in the same position, but with Takki standing behind him. The man was gliding his fingers through Yamapi's soaked hair, his lips a breath away from the nape of his neck.
The image was so clear that Yamapi's eyes popped open. He quickly jerked his hand away and looked at his palm. He shook his head a couple times and then rubbed his face vigorously.
He couldn't remember the last time he had thought of Takki in that way. It had been quite some time. A boyhood crush and the beginnings of his own sexuality? Since then, Yamapi hadn't even passed a thought about Takki outside of his adoration of him as a friend and sempai. He found himself confused why something like that mental picture would rear itself now.
Yamapi shook his head a couple more times and laughed nervously to himself.
"Just this motel and the situation is all."
He smiled slightly, feeling more relieved at his own explanation. He switched off the shower water and stepped out. He dried himself off quickly, trying to avoid any new chill before wrapping a towel around his waist. He opened up the bathroom door, some of the steam easing out into the bedroom.
"Hey." he heard Takki's soft voice.
Yamapi's attention went to his older friend. The man was relaxing back on the bed, stripped just of his shirt, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"Hey." Yamapi said softly back. "Did you get anything on the television?"
"No, not enough power. I don't think the lights are going to hold out here much longer if this storm keeps up."
"You can use the shower now."
"Mmm, I think I'm comfy right here. Come on."
Takki patted the bed beside him. Yamapi paused for only a moment and then almost shyly crawled onto the bed. It had been years since he had shared a bed with Takki. The last time he could remember was when he was fifteen. He had been having a nightmare and woke up crying. Takki had been staying the night and had heard Yamapi. He had come in and gathered his kouhai up in his arms and took him to sleep with him.
Takki shifted a little to the side and opened up the blanket. Yamapi blinked and looked at his older friend.
"Body heat. It'll be warmer this way. You're in a hospital drama, you should know that."
"Drama, not real thing." Yamapi stuck out his tongue.
Takki chuckled as his younger companion finally slid up against him. The elder took the blanket and wrapped it snugly around their forms. He then pulled the other blanket up around them.
"Feel warmer?"
Yamapi nodded, feeling sleep beginning to pull at his senses.
"Get some sleep. We're not going anywhere for a while."
"I'm not tir..."
Yamapi never finished his sentence. The secure feeling of being with Takki lured him into sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt truly safe.
*****
Yamapi opened his eyes slowly, blinking the sleep out of them. He lifted his head slightly and looked around the room. It was now very dark. His eyes drew to the window to see that the rivulets of rain seemed to have relented to more of a slow stream.
"The storm must be breaking." Yamapi thought to himself.
A sudden jolt of sadness touched him. He felt it flood his senses and had to stop himself from sobbing. He caught his breath and tried to push the emotion downwards. For a moment, he couldn't understand where the feelings stemmed from. He turned his raised head and his eyes gazed at Takki sleeping beside him. The man's face was almost troubled, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pressed in a thin line.
The look concerned Yamapi as much as the feeling of sadness. A moment of understanding dawned on the younger man. He had missed being close to his older friend and knowing that the storm would end would mean that this moment would end too. The look on Takki's face made Yamapi's heart skip. He wanted to erase that look of desperation and loss.
"Takki?" he barely whispered.
The man stirred slightly. His dark eyes opened, long eyelashes fluttering away from his cheeks. He gazed silently at Yamapi. Slowly, he lifted up one of his hands and brushed Yamapi's cheek with his fingertips.
"Hey." he said very softly.
"Hey." Yamapi replied very quietly.
The two continued to look at each other, Yamapi's head still slightly raised up, Takki's fingertips moving back and forth over his face.
Takki's hand slowly moved downwards, fingers trailing a line down Yamapi's slender throat. The young man's breath caught slightly. Takki could feel the pulse jump just at the base of his companion's neck. He drew his fingers up slowly again, feeling the way Yamapi swallowed, the movement of the muscles in his slender throat. His fingers came forward then, sliding gracefully over Yamapi's chin before coming to rest very gently on the young man's lips.
Yamapi's breath painted Takki's fingers. He exhaled slowly, feeling the tremble of air slip through his lips and brush over the pads of Takki's tips. The older man turned his head slightly before drawing his hand back. He moved upwards and forward then, stopping when he and Yamapi's lips were barely apart.
Yamapi felt his heart speed up and felt the flush of anticipation color his face. Takki's eyes shimmered even in the darkness of the room. He moved himself barely forward and Yamapi felt the first hint of pressure against his own mouth. A moment more and their lips were locked. He felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
Takki drew back. His own breath came out in a soft, shaky puff of air. He watched as Yamapi laid down beside him again, his hand slipping out from the covers and touching his lips. He drew back his fingers then and Yamapi's eyes fell to Takki's mouth. It was all the invite that the older man needed.
He slid down and pressed his lips back against Yamapi's. The heat ignited slowly, Yamapi's mouth gliding against Takki's. The older man's hands came to life, one beginning to lace through the younger man's hair. The other began to make light, nonsensical, soothing patterns down Yamapi's bare back and arm. The young man murmured his approval against Takki's mouth.
The darker haired man flicked out his tongue. Yamapi shivered against Takki's frame, parting his lips and allowing the older man to kiss him more thoroughly. Their tongues slid slowly against each others, a new welcome exploration.
Takki felt himself tremble as he drew back from Yamapi's lips, sliding his mouth over the younger man's delicate chin and then to his beautiful neck. Yamapi's gripped Takki's upper arms, his mouth pressing feather light kisses to the temples of his companion's forehead.
The older young man nipped lightly at the delicate skin being freely offered to him. His fingers slid down and grazed the soft flesh of Yamapi's ribcage. The young man trembled and gasped against him.
"Takki."
Takki felt his own blood seem to heat just by hearing his name falling from Yamapi's lips. He pressed his mouth harder against Yamapi's neck, feeling the young man's strength come to life. He could feel him grip tighter to his frame. Takki felt almost dizzy from desire. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so utterly enthralled by a partner. Not since that one fateful night he had taken Yamapi to bed with him after his teenage kouhai had had a nightmare. He had watched him sleep and then had to remove himself from the bed for fear he would begin something he should not.
Takki realized at that moment that his desire had always been Yamapi. The realization made him press tighter to the young man, his lips finding his friend's once again.
Yamapi gasped into Takki's mouth. His thoughts flew back to when he was still a Junior, after the nightmare, secure in Takki's bed. He remembered waking up and not finding Takki in bed. Instead, he had found his older sempai watching him sleep from a chair. He had asked Takki why he had gotten up. The older youth had told him it was to keep Yamapi safe. He didn't understand until now why it had almost broke his heart. Why he had chosen to view Takki as just a friend.
He had always wanted to be with Takki. Only Takki.
He whimpered openly as Takki's hands pressed into his skin, seeming to cause an internal fire to blossom in every spot those fingertips touched. He squirmed and pressed closer against the older man's hard frame. Takki's breath trembled in Yamapi's ears.
"Tomo." he whispered, one of the rare times he referred to Yamapi by his first name.
The name itself was a potent aphrodisiac. Yamapi drew back, his hands now framing Takki's face. He pressed his mouth against Takki's as the older man's hand slid down to the towel that was still secured Yamapi's waist. He gripped at the knot and then suddenly stopped.
Yamapi felt Takki's shoulders stiffen against him. Something cold knotted at the pit of his stomach. It was the same sensation that had haunted him that night in Takki's room.
"Takki?" he barely whispered.
He gently guided Takki's chin back. He saw the tears sliding down the older youth's cheeks. The man's face was a storm of emotions, all seeming to play for dominance. But the one emotion that was most evident Yamapi saw instantly.
"We can't." Takki choked out.
Yamapi shook his head, gripped at Takki's shoulders, bringing their faces close together.
"No, don't stop. Please, I don't want too."
"I don't either. But we have too."
"Why?" Yamapi sobbed, feeling the tears sliding down his own cheeks.
"Because of who we are."
"They don't own us!" Yamapi cried softly.
"Yes, for now, they do."
The cruel reality of who they were and the roles they were to play became painfully real to Yamapi at that moment. When the storm was over, they would leave the motel. He would return to the hospital drama for the week's next taping and the promotional work with NewS. Takki would return back to shooting another one of his dramas along with recording a new theme song with Tsubasa. A moment like tonight would be a memory by the next weekend.
"Takki?" Yamapi whispered as he felt the older man begin to lightly kiss away his tears.
"Yes?"
"I love you." he said softly.
"I love you too." Takki responded.
The desire was still there, burning between them like a flame that was nearly out of control. But the two men pushed the fire down. Tried to extinguish it like the rain that was coming to an end outside. They would play the game when they returned. The friendly pats on the shoulders and the sparkling smiles for the cameras and fans.
But when the rain began, when there was nothing but them and the cold of the outside world. Nothing would come between them.
For now, they clutched onto each other, savoring the tears and understanding they had. Soon, they would be together. Even if it meant waiting for forever. Their turning point was coming.
END
Anyhoo, I was working on plot points for the next chapter of "Like Blood to Water." I tend to read old stories some times if I'm stuck. I stumbled upon the first TakkaPi (Takki X Yamapi) piece I wrote, which was late last year. I read it and ended up revising it last night. I always liked it and thought I would just repost the new piece with the minor revisions. As for "Like Blood to Water," I think I've almost got how the main sequence is going to go, so the rest should just fall into place I hope! In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this little story.
"Turning Point" (Revised Version)
By: Miracle Shining
PAIRING: TakkaPi~Takizawa (Takki) Hideaki X Yamashita (Yamapi) Tomohisa
RATING: R
GENRE: Angst/Romance/Friendship
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but oh, what I would do if they were...
WARNINGS: UST, Some Sexual Situations
SUMMARY: Every person comes to a turning point in their lives. Tackey and Yamapi come to realize their turning point may have been there all along. But there are so many obstacles in the way. (This is a revision from the original one I wrote last year. Some minor points have been changed so the idea flows more smoothly. sannahchu, I hope you like this! =^^=V)
*****
Yamapi sat quietly in the small cafe. The barest hint of thunder drifted lightly overhead and he turned his attention to the lantern decorated ceiling. The colors were soft and muted, making Yamapi study the intricate designs lacing through the elaborate woodwork.
"Your attention is still a little short, my friend."
The young man's attention immediately went to another man standing next to his table. His hair was dark, cut in a chin level shaggy style. His eyes twinkled as much as his smile spread across his face.
"Takki!" Yamapi grinned brightly.
The tall, lilthe young man sprang out his chair and hugged the older man tightly. He felt Takki's laughter softly against the side of his neck.
"It's good to see you too, my favorite kouhai."
"Takki!" Yamapi replied with a scrunched face. "I've graduated, remember?"
"Ah, so you have." the older man said softly.
Takki very gently took the younger man's hand and guided him to sit down at the table. Yamapi pushed back one of his rebellious curls from the side of his face. The new hair style the studio had chosen for his hospital drama wasn't his current favorite. He felt like all the twists got knotted up.
"You're not very fond of your hair are you?" Takki asked amused.
Yamapi shook his head vehemently.
"I like my shaggy styled, straight hair. But I guess they thought I didn't look mature enough."
Takki laughed softly.
"And you're all grown up?"
Yamapi gave a visible pout that had his older friend smiling.
"Ah, I shouldn't give you such a bad time, should I?"
"No, and for that you're buying me dinner."
"Oh, I am?"
"Yes. Besides, I hardly see you any more. I miss us having meals together."
"I miss it too." Takki confided. "Now, what do you want?"
Yamapi picked up the menu and with a rare amount of childish glee pointed to five seperate items on the menu.
"All of those?!"
"It's revenge for thinking I'm still a kid."
"And a very irritating one. Waitress?"
*****
The meal had been a pleasant one and the duo had left the small cafe, Takki dramatically tipping over his wallet indicating that Yamapi had spent all of his cash.
The sudden loud crack of thunder interrupted their light, mutual banter. Takki turned his dark eyes up to the sky and frowned. He looked around the street. The area was virtually empty of people and vehicles. He took out his cell phone and began to dial. His frown deepened when he realized there was no signal.
"This big of a city and I've lost a signal?" he groaned.
Yamapi took out his phone and flicked it on. The bars appeared briefly before disappearing in front of his eyes.
"I bet lightning must have struck a nearby tower."
"We can't stand out here, we're going to get soaked. Let's go back inside the cafe."
Yamapi nodded. The two turned around to see that the lights were out in the restaurant. Another loud crack of thunder and lights on the street went out. The two stood very still until the auxillary power barely illuminated some of the sidewalk lanterns.
"That's never a good sign." Takki mused.
"Maybe we should get a cab?"
"I think we should find some place to go before this rain really hits." Takki replied.
The older man glanced down the street. He could make out a neon sign barely flickering. Without thought, he grabbed Yamapi's hand and led him across the nearly deserted street.
"Takki, where are we going?"
"I think there's a little motel over here."
The duo stopped in front of a building. Yamapi's eyes grew large and he shook his head quickly.
"I'm not staying in there, Takki! You know what those motels are used for!"
"We're not staying, Pichan. We just need to get out of the rain."
A final crack of thunder and a near torrential downpour began to soak the duo. Takki cursed loudly and grabbed Yamapi, pushing him through the doorway. The younger man squeaked as an elderly man looked up from his magazine. He was holding a flashlight and shimmered the beam at the duo standing in front of the desk.
"Can I help you?"
"Do you have a phone that works?" Takki quickly questioned.
"Power is going to be out for a few hours. Got word via my old radio. You two must have got caught in the storm."
"Yes, do you have some towels we could use, sir?"
"I do, but you'll have to rent a room to use them." the man said flatly.
"Takki..." Yamapi whispered in his friend's ear.
"How much?"
The elderly man quoted the price and Takki looked like he was on the verge of choking at the number. However, the older youth opened up his wallet and fished out the remaining yen he had and handed it to the man. He counted it slowly and then handed Takki back a couple bills along with a room key.
"Your lucky we still use the old keys versus key cards. Head through the hallway and up to the second floor. It will be the third door to the right."
"Thank you." Takki said and gave the man a bow.
Yamapi clutched to Takki's arm without thought as they went into the dimly light hallway. The little bit of auxillary power fed into the walkway. The two made their ways up the steps and then down the next corridor. They reached the third door and Takki unlocked it. He quickly shooed the younger man inside before closing and locking it behind him.
Yamapi gazed around the room. He had always thought that these particular motels were full of garish blankets and heart shaped beds. Instead, it looked pretty much like a motel room, with the exception of certain special extras that were placed in a small bowl on the nightstand. Other than that, the room was rather plain.
"Not too bad." Takki commented. He walked over to the window. The rivulets of water slid down the panes, causing a nearly blinding effect.
"We'll have to hope that management isn't in a frenzy yet." Takki added. "We're going to be here for a little while."
He looked over his shoulder to see Yamapi was starting to shiver.
"Why don't you go and take a shower?"
"But aren't you cold too?"
"I'm okay for the time being. I'm going to check to see if we can get anything on the television."
Yamapi nodded and scurried into the bathroom. As he was closing the door, he could hear Takki attempting to get enough electrical current to feed the small television at the foot of the bed.
The younger man turned his attention to the bathroom. Like the bedroom, it was rather plain and the only extras in here were just the usual shampoo and conditioner found in most motels. Yamapi grabbed a white towel and then stripped himself of his wet clothing. The material sunk to the floor. He reached in and fiddled with the shower knobs until the temperature of the water felt comfortable. Yamapi slipped into the stream and let the heat begin to seep through his skin, devouring the chill that had touched him through.
He tilted his head back and let the water glide through his hair. The youth slid his hand through the base of his curls. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warming sensation when an sudden image came unbidden to his mind.
He saw himself in the same position, but with Takki standing behind him. The man was gliding his fingers through Yamapi's soaked hair, his lips a breath away from the nape of his neck.
The image was so clear that Yamapi's eyes popped open. He quickly jerked his hand away and looked at his palm. He shook his head a couple times and then rubbed his face vigorously.
He couldn't remember the last time he had thought of Takki in that way. It had been quite some time. A boyhood crush and the beginnings of his own sexuality? Since then, Yamapi hadn't even passed a thought about Takki outside of his adoration of him as a friend and sempai. He found himself confused why something like that mental picture would rear itself now.
Yamapi shook his head a couple more times and laughed nervously to himself.
"Just this motel and the situation is all."
He smiled slightly, feeling more relieved at his own explanation. He switched off the shower water and stepped out. He dried himself off quickly, trying to avoid any new chill before wrapping a towel around his waist. He opened up the bathroom door, some of the steam easing out into the bedroom.
"Hey." he heard Takki's soft voice.
Yamapi's attention went to his older friend. The man was relaxing back on the bed, stripped just of his shirt, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"Hey." Yamapi said softly back. "Did you get anything on the television?"
"No, not enough power. I don't think the lights are going to hold out here much longer if this storm keeps up."
"You can use the shower now."
"Mmm, I think I'm comfy right here. Come on."
Takki patted the bed beside him. Yamapi paused for only a moment and then almost shyly crawled onto the bed. It had been years since he had shared a bed with Takki. The last time he could remember was when he was fifteen. He had been having a nightmare and woke up crying. Takki had been staying the night and had heard Yamapi. He had come in and gathered his kouhai up in his arms and took him to sleep with him.
Takki shifted a little to the side and opened up the blanket. Yamapi blinked and looked at his older friend.
"Body heat. It'll be warmer this way. You're in a hospital drama, you should know that."
"Drama, not real thing." Yamapi stuck out his tongue.
Takki chuckled as his younger companion finally slid up against him. The elder took the blanket and wrapped it snugly around their forms. He then pulled the other blanket up around them.
"Feel warmer?"
Yamapi nodded, feeling sleep beginning to pull at his senses.
"Get some sleep. We're not going anywhere for a while."
"I'm not tir..."
Yamapi never finished his sentence. The secure feeling of being with Takki lured him into sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt truly safe.
*****
Yamapi opened his eyes slowly, blinking the sleep out of them. He lifted his head slightly and looked around the room. It was now very dark. His eyes drew to the window to see that the rivulets of rain seemed to have relented to more of a slow stream.
"The storm must be breaking." Yamapi thought to himself.
A sudden jolt of sadness touched him. He felt it flood his senses and had to stop himself from sobbing. He caught his breath and tried to push the emotion downwards. For a moment, he couldn't understand where the feelings stemmed from. He turned his raised head and his eyes gazed at Takki sleeping beside him. The man's face was almost troubled, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips pressed in a thin line.
The look concerned Yamapi as much as the feeling of sadness. A moment of understanding dawned on the younger man. He had missed being close to his older friend and knowing that the storm would end would mean that this moment would end too. The look on Takki's face made Yamapi's heart skip. He wanted to erase that look of desperation and loss.
"Takki?" he barely whispered.
The man stirred slightly. His dark eyes opened, long eyelashes fluttering away from his cheeks. He gazed silently at Yamapi. Slowly, he lifted up one of his hands and brushed Yamapi's cheek with his fingertips.
"Hey." he said very softly.
"Hey." Yamapi replied very quietly.
The two continued to look at each other, Yamapi's head still slightly raised up, Takki's fingertips moving back and forth over his face.
Takki's hand slowly moved downwards, fingers trailing a line down Yamapi's slender throat. The young man's breath caught slightly. Takki could feel the pulse jump just at the base of his companion's neck. He drew his fingers up slowly again, feeling the way Yamapi swallowed, the movement of the muscles in his slender throat. His fingers came forward then, sliding gracefully over Yamapi's chin before coming to rest very gently on the young man's lips.
Yamapi's breath painted Takki's fingers. He exhaled slowly, feeling the tremble of air slip through his lips and brush over the pads of Takki's tips. The older man turned his head slightly before drawing his hand back. He moved upwards and forward then, stopping when he and Yamapi's lips were barely apart.
Yamapi felt his heart speed up and felt the flush of anticipation color his face. Takki's eyes shimmered even in the darkness of the room. He moved himself barely forward and Yamapi felt the first hint of pressure against his own mouth. A moment more and their lips were locked. He felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
Takki drew back. His own breath came out in a soft, shaky puff of air. He watched as Yamapi laid down beside him again, his hand slipping out from the covers and touching his lips. He drew back his fingers then and Yamapi's eyes fell to Takki's mouth. It was all the invite that the older man needed.
He slid down and pressed his lips back against Yamapi's. The heat ignited slowly, Yamapi's mouth gliding against Takki's. The older man's hands came to life, one beginning to lace through the younger man's hair. The other began to make light, nonsensical, soothing patterns down Yamapi's bare back and arm. The young man murmured his approval against Takki's mouth.
The darker haired man flicked out his tongue. Yamapi shivered against Takki's frame, parting his lips and allowing the older man to kiss him more thoroughly. Their tongues slid slowly against each others, a new welcome exploration.
Takki felt himself tremble as he drew back from Yamapi's lips, sliding his mouth over the younger man's delicate chin and then to his beautiful neck. Yamapi's gripped Takki's upper arms, his mouth pressing feather light kisses to the temples of his companion's forehead.
The older young man nipped lightly at the delicate skin being freely offered to him. His fingers slid down and grazed the soft flesh of Yamapi's ribcage. The young man trembled and gasped against him.
"Takki."
Takki felt his own blood seem to heat just by hearing his name falling from Yamapi's lips. He pressed his mouth harder against Yamapi's neck, feeling the young man's strength come to life. He could feel him grip tighter to his frame. Takki felt almost dizzy from desire. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so utterly enthralled by a partner. Not since that one fateful night he had taken Yamapi to bed with him after his teenage kouhai had had a nightmare. He had watched him sleep and then had to remove himself from the bed for fear he would begin something he should not.
Takki realized at that moment that his desire had always been Yamapi. The realization made him press tighter to the young man, his lips finding his friend's once again.
Yamapi gasped into Takki's mouth. His thoughts flew back to when he was still a Junior, after the nightmare, secure in Takki's bed. He remembered waking up and not finding Takki in bed. Instead, he had found his older sempai watching him sleep from a chair. He had asked Takki why he had gotten up. The older youth had told him it was to keep Yamapi safe. He didn't understand until now why it had almost broke his heart. Why he had chosen to view Takki as just a friend.
He had always wanted to be with Takki. Only Takki.
He whimpered openly as Takki's hands pressed into his skin, seeming to cause an internal fire to blossom in every spot those fingertips touched. He squirmed and pressed closer against the older man's hard frame. Takki's breath trembled in Yamapi's ears.
"Tomo." he whispered, one of the rare times he referred to Yamapi by his first name.
The name itself was a potent aphrodisiac. Yamapi drew back, his hands now framing Takki's face. He pressed his mouth against Takki's as the older man's hand slid down to the towel that was still secured Yamapi's waist. He gripped at the knot and then suddenly stopped.
Yamapi felt Takki's shoulders stiffen against him. Something cold knotted at the pit of his stomach. It was the same sensation that had haunted him that night in Takki's room.
"Takki?" he barely whispered.
He gently guided Takki's chin back. He saw the tears sliding down the older youth's cheeks. The man's face was a storm of emotions, all seeming to play for dominance. But the one emotion that was most evident Yamapi saw instantly.
"We can't." Takki choked out.
Yamapi shook his head, gripped at Takki's shoulders, bringing their faces close together.
"No, don't stop. Please, I don't want too."
"I don't either. But we have too."
"Why?" Yamapi sobbed, feeling the tears sliding down his own cheeks.
"Because of who we are."
"They don't own us!" Yamapi cried softly.
"Yes, for now, they do."
The cruel reality of who they were and the roles they were to play became painfully real to Yamapi at that moment. When the storm was over, they would leave the motel. He would return to the hospital drama for the week's next taping and the promotional work with NewS. Takki would return back to shooting another one of his dramas along with recording a new theme song with Tsubasa. A moment like tonight would be a memory by the next weekend.
"Takki?" Yamapi whispered as he felt the older man begin to lightly kiss away his tears.
"Yes?"
"I love you." he said softly.
"I love you too." Takki responded.
The desire was still there, burning between them like a flame that was nearly out of control. But the two men pushed the fire down. Tried to extinguish it like the rain that was coming to an end outside. They would play the game when they returned. The friendly pats on the shoulders and the sparkling smiles for the cameras and fans.
But when the rain began, when there was nothing but them and the cold of the outside world. Nothing would come between them.
For now, they clutched onto each other, savoring the tears and understanding they had. Soon, they would be together. Even if it meant waiting for forever. Their turning point was coming.
END