[FIC] Prove it.
Title: Prove it.
Pairing: Akame.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Crack... Koki and Kame argue, ending with Koki bribing Kame to prove his point.
Notes: I barely write crack, so it's not very well-written, but hey it's humor, right? ^-^;;;
Long, slender fingers ran through his soft, rich chocolate color hair. Another set of fingers slowly tracing lines onto his hand, currently pinned down onto the wall behind him. He moaned at the sensual, soft bite he felt on his bottom lip, parting his lips. He felt a talented tongue make its way into his mouth, exploring the depths of its cavern. His heart was pounding at the stirring emotions and pleasure the other was sending through him and every inch of his small frame. He whimpered as the lips that roughly covered his own had removed itself, leaving him very unsatisfied.
“Jin...”
Yes, he was kissing Jin, JIN! Akanishi Jin, of all people, Jin! The guy that glared at him in the mornings and gave him the cold shoulder, the one who made it clear that they were band mates and business associates and nothing more, his constant agitator... and also, his long-time crush. He was kissing the Akanishi Jin!
How exactly did this happen? He wasn’t really sure because said Jin was doing some very interesting things with his...
“Kazuya,” Jin breathed into his ears huskily.
And his brain didn’t seem to want to work right now. It had something to do with Koki... Koki? Oh yeah, Koki! The argument!
-
“I said I’m not!”
“Yes you are, damn it!”
“What on earth are they arguing about now?” Ueda groaned, rubbing his temples. It was five in the freakin’ morning, their shooting ended past midnight last night, and this shrilly bickering was the last thing he needed first thing in the morning on a day he barely got a few hours of sleep.
Junno looked at their leader contemplatively, “Hmm... Koki insulted Kame by calling him a girl, saying he looks more and more womanly everyday, and that all he needed was some make-up and to do his hair and he’d fit right in to the female population. Oh, and that he’d probably even be Jin’s type. And...”
“And they’re arguing the legitimacy of that statement, I suppose?” Ueda asked, sighing inwardly at the lack of unity within the group.
“Actually, I’m not sure if they’re going on about Kame looking girly or being Jin’s type anymore,” Maru chirped in, seating himself on a nearby chair.
“Then why don’t you prove it!”
“How would I do that? Dressing in drag is completely out of the question!”
Ueda quirked an eyebrow at their youngest member, did he know he was setting himself up or was he too sleep-deprived to notice?
“Scared that you’ll fit in too well?”
“I’m not compromising my pride for your amusement, and no, I would not fit in. It just doesn’t benefit me in any way!”
“Fine, I’ll bet you anything that you’d fit in so well, Jin won’t keep his hands off of you! And if I’m wrong, then I’ll let you go on a shopping spree with my money!”
A shopping spree...? Kame paused, looking at Koki broodingly. How bad could it possibly be, right? He’s dressed in drag before and much worse. He shuddered remembering that awful monkey costume he had to shoot in. He pressed his lips together tightly, and sighed. Damn his shopping addiction.
“Ueda, help me with make-up and hair.”
Ueda heaved a sigh, grudgingly getting up. He yawned slightly, and followed Kame out, heading in the direction of the make-up room.
Maru looked up at Koki, amusement written all over his face, “You do know Kame’s gonna drive you bankrupt, right?”
Koki grinned, “Are you kidding me? You know Jin’ll be all over him in an instant. What with him practically trying to convince himself he’s straight, and how bad he has it for that kid?”
“Yeah, you gotta point there. But shouldn’t you be running for it then? ‘Cause he’s gonna kill you when he finds out.”
Koki smiled at him weakly, the thought never occurring to him, “Damn...”
-
“I really do look like a girl...” Kame muttered in dread, “Even I’d hit on me.”
“Maybe you should just stay like this, I always wanted a girl in the group.”
Kame shot Ueda a lethal glare - only Ueda wasn’t looking, “Shut up!” His face crinkled in annoyance, “...Wait, did you just call me a girl!? Our group’s most feminine member is calling ME a girl?”
Ueda rolled his eyes, “I think you stole that title from me ages ago.”
Kame bit his lip and ignored the comment, staring back into the mirror, wondering how this could’ve happened. He never looked so girly before. In fact he used to look a bit off in drag before, but now there was no telling the difference. He mentally cursed at how right Koki was about his girly features, his mind fluttering over to Jin. Maybe Jin really would fall for him... and then punch him when he finds out it’s actually him. Like them being on bad terms weren’t enough.
Kame sighed.
“Where’s Ueda?”
Junno looked at the other two occupying the room, then back at Jin, “Uh...”
“He... he’s... uh, the... well...” Koki stuttered, not really making sense in his mind anymore. He couldn’t exactly tell the truth, and he was no good lying. Heck his mind was blanking out and it was his life on the stake here.
Maru sighed inwardly at having to lie, “He’s with one of his model friends... He’s showing her around.”
“...Her?” Jin grinned, “Is she hot?”
‘Not that it would matter to you ‘cause you’re not into chicks anymore,’ Koki thought with a smirk, gaining back his usual confidence. He wrapped his arm around the taller man’s neck, pulling him down a little, “She’s hella hot. Totally your type.”
“Though she’s a bit flat,” Junno added in, earning a smack in the head from Maru.
“Who are you calling flat?”
All of them turned to the source of that eerily -to those who knew it was Kame- high-pitched voice, jaws almost dropping at the gorgeous, slender girl eyeing Junno sharply with a peeved expression on her face.
“Wow...” Koki whistled, he didn’t think Kame would look so...
Ueda threw a half-smirk at Kame, “I personally think we should let her replace Kamenashi, him ditching out on us for the shooting and all.”
Jin stared at her, stunned speechless at the beauty before him, he couldn’t keep his eyes of her nor could he get rid of the dazed expression he sported unknowingly.
“I’m not replacing anyone,” Kame shot back, sitting himself next to Junno.
“What’s your name?” Jin asked, finally regaining his voice, “Unless you wanna be called ‘little girl’ the whole time.”
“Kamei Kazumi and what is your name? Unless you want to be called ‘egoist’ the whole time.”
Jin smirked, this chick actually had a backbone. He liked her, “Akanishi Jin, but egoist is fine if you’d like.”
Kame rolled his eyes at that.
“Kazumi, act at least a little more feminine,” Ueda scolded.
“She’s fine how she is now, I like chicks like that,” Jin grinned, walking up to her, “I like having girls like that under my mercy, saying my name... in bed.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry yourself about it much then because I will never end up in bed with you. I probably wouldn’t fit with your ego being so big anyway,” Kame retorted, venting his frustration at Jin and his cocky attitude.
Jin threw him a haughty smile, “We’ll see about that.” He walked over to sit himself down next to Ueda, eyes fixed back on his latest infatuation - her.
Kame glared daggers at Jin, a bit disturbed by the gazes he was giving him, almost as if he was undressing him with his eyes or something. “What part of I’m not interested doesn’t he get?” He muttered, turning to face Junno.
“You know how he is, he doesn’t take no for an answer,” Junno answered back softly, his attention focused on his video game.
“He’s gonna have to because he is not having me, this isn’t part of the bet.”
Junno gave a simple “Yeah...” in reply, but Kame brushed it off. He knew Junno wasn’t listening, too far into his game to have even heard a word he just said anyways. He sighed.
“I thought Kamenashi was gonna be here,” Jin muttered to Ueda, half-heartedly sounding concerned. It was something he noticed earlier but had forgotten about until now.
“He had another shooting to go to, weren’t you listening to what I was saying earlier?”
Jin ignored the question. No, he hadn’t been paying attention because a certain someone caught attention and he had immediately blocked out everything else out.
His eyes swam over to the girl in question again, studying her tentatively. She was wearing a long sleeved jeans jacket which fell only up to her waist and was torn fashionably in random places. Underneath she was wearing white chiffon, camisole styled in a vintage way. She was wearing a pair of khakis which Jin personally would’ve preferred to be a mini skirt, but hey, khakis worked. She looked hot in it so who's gonna complain? His eyes suddenly stopped at her nails. It was painted black, totally clashing with her outfit but that wasn’t the point. The point was that only two of her fingers were painted. Her left ring finger and her right thumb... just like Kame, conveniently gone missing while Kazumi-chan was here. His lips lifted into a smirk.
-
“Hey, sorry for being a jerk earlier...” Jin shouted, running after Kazumi.
“Is this apology supposed to get you somewhere?” Kame shot at him callously, wondering if this was how he got girls that didn’t just fall head-over-heel for him. He tried to sweet-talk them.
“Um... I was kind of hoping you’d go out for some tea with me,” Jin said sheepishly.
Kame pursed his lips, “Tea? Why?”
“I... I like you. I don’t want to end on bad terms with you.”
“You like me? As in one-night stand or I-want-you-in-bed-with-me kind of like? You don’t know me, don’t say you like me,” Kame shot back, he always hated Jin and his loose definition of love or like.
“Okay~ Let’s rephrase that, you remind me of the person I like.”
“And why are you hitting on me instead of her?”
Jin sighed inwardly, Kame wasn’t making this easy on him, “It’s you, Kamenashi Kazuya. I like you.”
Kame stood there, blinking in surprise, “Come again?”
“I LIKE YOU... Clear enough?”
“You expect me to believe that after how you treated me all this time!?” Kame shouted a bit too loudly than what he had intended, but that had pissed him off. Not after all the crap Jin pulled on him.
“What’d you expect me to do? It was kinda hard waking up in bed after having vivid dream about a GUY and keeping a straight face, with the shocking revelation that, hey I might be gay, you know.”
“I did!”
Jin cocked an eyebrow, “Your dream must’ve not been graphic enough...”
Kame shot him a pointed look, “I felt like porn was playing in my dream, how more graphic can it get?”
“I DIDN’T think I was gay, it came a quite a damned shock! I was girl-crazy before I met you!”
“And you don’t care if you’re gay now?”
“I’m STRAIGHT!”
Kame threw his arms up in exasperation, “Then what are you doing confessing to me for!?”
“It’s not that I’M gay, it’s YOU. YOU’RE just overly feminine! I’m only attracted to YOU!”
“WHAT!? I am not FEMININE!!!”
Jin scowled in anger and shoved Kame back into the wall behind him, pinning him down, “You know what? You talk too much.”
And before Kame could react, he felt his lips being violated by a rough kiss which brings us back to the present.
Having pulled away from the kiss, Jin smiled at Kame, “So mind telling me why you’re in drag during work today?”
“Well, see...” Kame laughed sheepishly, “Me and Koki had this bet...”
Jin quirked an eyebrow, “And what would this bet be about?”
“Uh... um, whether I was your type or not...” It was nothing more than a whisper, which Kame hoped Jin would just mishear or something.
“What!?” He glared at the younger one, “And out of curiosity, what was at stake here?”
“Uh...” He coughed uncomfortably, “A shopping spree?”
“Kazuya,” Jin growled.
“What? I would’ve bought you something.”
Shaking his head in exasperation, Jin pulled himself completely off of his new boyfriend, “Now to find Koki...”
Pairing: Akame.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Crack... Koki and Kame argue, ending with Koki bribing Kame to prove his point.
Notes: I barely write crack, so it's not very well-written, but hey it's humor, right? ^-^;;;
Long, slender fingers ran through his soft, rich chocolate color hair. Another set of fingers slowly tracing lines onto his hand, currently pinned down onto the wall behind him. He moaned at the sensual, soft bite he felt on his bottom lip, parting his lips. He felt a talented tongue make its way into his mouth, exploring the depths of its cavern. His heart was pounding at the stirring emotions and pleasure the other was sending through him and every inch of his small frame. He whimpered as the lips that roughly covered his own had removed itself, leaving him very unsatisfied.
“Jin...”
Yes, he was kissing Jin, JIN! Akanishi Jin, of all people, Jin! The guy that glared at him in the mornings and gave him the cold shoulder, the one who made it clear that they were band mates and business associates and nothing more, his constant agitator... and also, his long-time crush. He was kissing the Akanishi Jin!
How exactly did this happen? He wasn’t really sure because said Jin was doing some very interesting things with his...
“Kazuya,” Jin breathed into his ears huskily.
And his brain didn’t seem to want to work right now. It had something to do with Koki... Koki? Oh yeah, Koki! The argument!
-
“I said I’m not!”
“Yes you are, damn it!”
“What on earth are they arguing about now?” Ueda groaned, rubbing his temples. It was five in the freakin’ morning, their shooting ended past midnight last night, and this shrilly bickering was the last thing he needed first thing in the morning on a day he barely got a few hours of sleep.
Junno looked at their leader contemplatively, “Hmm... Koki insulted Kame by calling him a girl, saying he looks more and more womanly everyday, and that all he needed was some make-up and to do his hair and he’d fit right in to the female population. Oh, and that he’d probably even be Jin’s type. And...”
“And they’re arguing the legitimacy of that statement, I suppose?” Ueda asked, sighing inwardly at the lack of unity within the group.
“Actually, I’m not sure if they’re going on about Kame looking girly or being Jin’s type anymore,” Maru chirped in, seating himself on a nearby chair.
“Then why don’t you prove it!”
“How would I do that? Dressing in drag is completely out of the question!”
Ueda quirked an eyebrow at their youngest member, did he know he was setting himself up or was he too sleep-deprived to notice?
“Scared that you’ll fit in too well?”
“I’m not compromising my pride for your amusement, and no, I would not fit in. It just doesn’t benefit me in any way!”
“Fine, I’ll bet you anything that you’d fit in so well, Jin won’t keep his hands off of you! And if I’m wrong, then I’ll let you go on a shopping spree with my money!”
A shopping spree...? Kame paused, looking at Koki broodingly. How bad could it possibly be, right? He’s dressed in drag before and much worse. He shuddered remembering that awful monkey costume he had to shoot in. He pressed his lips together tightly, and sighed. Damn his shopping addiction.
“Ueda, help me with make-up and hair.”
Ueda heaved a sigh, grudgingly getting up. He yawned slightly, and followed Kame out, heading in the direction of the make-up room.
Maru looked up at Koki, amusement written all over his face, “You do know Kame’s gonna drive you bankrupt, right?”
Koki grinned, “Are you kidding me? You know Jin’ll be all over him in an instant. What with him practically trying to convince himself he’s straight, and how bad he has it for that kid?”
“Yeah, you gotta point there. But shouldn’t you be running for it then? ‘Cause he’s gonna kill you when he finds out.”
Koki smiled at him weakly, the thought never occurring to him, “Damn...”
-
“I really do look like a girl...” Kame muttered in dread, “Even I’d hit on me.”
“Maybe you should just stay like this, I always wanted a girl in the group.”
Kame shot Ueda a lethal glare - only Ueda wasn’t looking, “Shut up!” His face crinkled in annoyance, “...Wait, did you just call me a girl!? Our group’s most feminine member is calling ME a girl?”
Ueda rolled his eyes, “I think you stole that title from me ages ago.”
Kame bit his lip and ignored the comment, staring back into the mirror, wondering how this could’ve happened. He never looked so girly before. In fact he used to look a bit off in drag before, but now there was no telling the difference. He mentally cursed at how right Koki was about his girly features, his mind fluttering over to Jin. Maybe Jin really would fall for him... and then punch him when he finds out it’s actually him. Like them being on bad terms weren’t enough.
Kame sighed.
“Where’s Ueda?”
Junno looked at the other two occupying the room, then back at Jin, “Uh...”
“He... he’s... uh, the... well...” Koki stuttered, not really making sense in his mind anymore. He couldn’t exactly tell the truth, and he was no good lying. Heck his mind was blanking out and it was his life on the stake here.
Maru sighed inwardly at having to lie, “He’s with one of his model friends... He’s showing her around.”
“...Her?” Jin grinned, “Is she hot?”
‘Not that it would matter to you ‘cause you’re not into chicks anymore,’ Koki thought with a smirk, gaining back his usual confidence. He wrapped his arm around the taller man’s neck, pulling him down a little, “She’s hella hot. Totally your type.”
“Though she’s a bit flat,” Junno added in, earning a smack in the head from Maru.
“Who are you calling flat?”
All of them turned to the source of that eerily -to those who knew it was Kame- high-pitched voice, jaws almost dropping at the gorgeous, slender girl eyeing Junno sharply with a peeved expression on her face.
“Wow...” Koki whistled, he didn’t think Kame would look so...
Ueda threw a half-smirk at Kame, “I personally think we should let her replace Kamenashi, him ditching out on us for the shooting and all.”
Jin stared at her, stunned speechless at the beauty before him, he couldn’t keep his eyes of her nor could he get rid of the dazed expression he sported unknowingly.
“I’m not replacing anyone,” Kame shot back, sitting himself next to Junno.
“What’s your name?” Jin asked, finally regaining his voice, “Unless you wanna be called ‘little girl’ the whole time.”
“Kamei Kazumi and what is your name? Unless you want to be called ‘egoist’ the whole time.”
Jin smirked, this chick actually had a backbone. He liked her, “Akanishi Jin, but egoist is fine if you’d like.”
Kame rolled his eyes at that.
“Kazumi, act at least a little more feminine,” Ueda scolded.
“She’s fine how she is now, I like chicks like that,” Jin grinned, walking up to her, “I like having girls like that under my mercy, saying my name... in bed.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry yourself about it much then because I will never end up in bed with you. I probably wouldn’t fit with your ego being so big anyway,” Kame retorted, venting his frustration at Jin and his cocky attitude.
Jin threw him a haughty smile, “We’ll see about that.” He walked over to sit himself down next to Ueda, eyes fixed back on his latest infatuation - her.
Kame glared daggers at Jin, a bit disturbed by the gazes he was giving him, almost as if he was undressing him with his eyes or something. “What part of I’m not interested doesn’t he get?” He muttered, turning to face Junno.
“You know how he is, he doesn’t take no for an answer,” Junno answered back softly, his attention focused on his video game.
“He’s gonna have to because he is not having me, this isn’t part of the bet.”
Junno gave a simple “Yeah...” in reply, but Kame brushed it off. He knew Junno wasn’t listening, too far into his game to have even heard a word he just said anyways. He sighed.
“I thought Kamenashi was gonna be here,” Jin muttered to Ueda, half-heartedly sounding concerned. It was something he noticed earlier but had forgotten about until now.
“He had another shooting to go to, weren’t you listening to what I was saying earlier?”
Jin ignored the question. No, he hadn’t been paying attention because a certain someone caught attention and he had immediately blocked out everything else out.
His eyes swam over to the girl in question again, studying her tentatively. She was wearing a long sleeved jeans jacket which fell only up to her waist and was torn fashionably in random places. Underneath she was wearing white chiffon, camisole styled in a vintage way. She was wearing a pair of khakis which Jin personally would’ve preferred to be a mini skirt, but hey, khakis worked. She looked hot in it so who's gonna complain? His eyes suddenly stopped at her nails. It was painted black, totally clashing with her outfit but that wasn’t the point. The point was that only two of her fingers were painted. Her left ring finger and her right thumb... just like Kame, conveniently gone missing while Kazumi-chan was here. His lips lifted into a smirk.
-
“Hey, sorry for being a jerk earlier...” Jin shouted, running after Kazumi.
“Is this apology supposed to get you somewhere?” Kame shot at him callously, wondering if this was how he got girls that didn’t just fall head-over-heel for him. He tried to sweet-talk them.
“Um... I was kind of hoping you’d go out for some tea with me,” Jin said sheepishly.
Kame pursed his lips, “Tea? Why?”
“I... I like you. I don’t want to end on bad terms with you.”
“You like me? As in one-night stand or I-want-you-in-bed-with-me kind of like? You don’t know me, don’t say you like me,” Kame shot back, he always hated Jin and his loose definition of love or like.
“Okay~ Let’s rephrase that, you remind me of the person I like.”
“And why are you hitting on me instead of her?”
Jin sighed inwardly, Kame wasn’t making this easy on him, “It’s you, Kamenashi Kazuya. I like you.”
Kame stood there, blinking in surprise, “Come again?”
“I LIKE YOU... Clear enough?”
“You expect me to believe that after how you treated me all this time!?” Kame shouted a bit too loudly than what he had intended, but that had pissed him off. Not after all the crap Jin pulled on him.
“What’d you expect me to do? It was kinda hard waking up in bed after having vivid dream about a GUY and keeping a straight face, with the shocking revelation that, hey I might be gay, you know.”
“I did!”
Jin cocked an eyebrow, “Your dream must’ve not been graphic enough...”
Kame shot him a pointed look, “I felt like porn was playing in my dream, how more graphic can it get?”
“I DIDN’T think I was gay, it came a quite a damned shock! I was girl-crazy before I met you!”
“And you don’t care if you’re gay now?”
“I’m STRAIGHT!”
Kame threw his arms up in exasperation, “Then what are you doing confessing to me for!?”
“It’s not that I’M gay, it’s YOU. YOU’RE just overly feminine! I’m only attracted to YOU!”
“WHAT!? I am not FEMININE!!!”
Jin scowled in anger and shoved Kame back into the wall behind him, pinning him down, “You know what? You talk too much.”
And before Kame could react, he felt his lips being violated by a rough kiss which brings us back to the present.
Having pulled away from the kiss, Jin smiled at Kame, “So mind telling me why you’re in drag during work today?”
“Well, see...” Kame laughed sheepishly, “Me and Koki had this bet...”
Jin quirked an eyebrow, “And what would this bet be about?”
“Uh... um, whether I was your type or not...” It was nothing more than a whisper, which Kame hoped Jin would just mishear or something.
“What!?” He glared at the younger one, “And out of curiosity, what was at stake here?”
“Uh...” He coughed uncomfortably, “A shopping spree?”
“Kazuya,” Jin growled.
“What? I would’ve bought you something.”
Shaking his head in exasperation, Jin pulled himself completely off of his new boyfriend, “Now to find Koki...”