[Fanfic] Convenient Misfortunes
Title: Convenient Misfortunes
Author: Sunaina
Fandom: NewS
Main pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Category: AU, Angst, Romance, Crack, Mystery
Rating: R (for major molestation)
Summary: It has been 2 years since the last time Kato talked to Koyama.
A/N: This chapter is nothing but a cult of my love for Shige and his newfound sexiness. You don’t have to read this rambling, unless, of course, you too love Shige and wish to molest him as much as I do.
Chapter 1: Realization
Chapter 2: Confessions
Chapter 3: Impulses
Shige opened his eyes, immediately feeling Kusano’s serene breathing hitting against his neck.
The room was still dark thanks to the thick curtains blocking the morning sunlight.
The bed dipped under Shige’s weight as he slowly got out of it and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
In the silence of the space, Shige thought about the conversation that happened just a few hours ago, it seemed so unreal, as the rest of the events that happened the day before. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep, but Shige’s head felt numb and heavy.
A buzz was heard in the distant, and Shige couldn’t help but wince in pain as the mere sound made his head throb. Soon enough, he recognized the sound as his own cell phone vibrating against the surface of the night table.
Exiting the bathroom slowly, he walked to the night stand, taking the cell phone that kept vibrating against the wooden surface and flipped it open.
“Hello?” Shige rubbed at his temples, waiting for the person on the other line to talk.
“Is Kusano there?” Yamashita’s whispering voice came to his ear.
“Yes, he is asleep,” Shige answered back.
“Good!” Yamashita’s voice raised, Shige moved the cell phone away from his ear just to not hear at the boy’s chirpy yapping. “That way he won’t know, I don’t want him to get jealous again. Now come to my room!”
“What?” Shige couldn’t conceal the surprise in his tone. “You know how long it took me to find your room last time?”
“Do it!” Yamashita hung up.
Shige looked at his cell phone for a few seconds and then tossed the object across the room.
Maybe Shige could not go to Yamashita’s room and tell him later he got lost. People can get lost, especially in huge mansions. But he needed to speak with the boy again, convince him to tell about what Koyama did.
Grunting in frustration, Shige flopped onto the mattress.
Maybe Yamashita would tell him after all.
Shige left the bed reluctantly and headed for the bathroom again, brushed his teeth, washed his face, but didn’t bother to comb his disheveled hair.
Fortunately, Shige found Yamashita’s room considerably quicker than the last time.
Walking into the room, he saw the older boy crouching next to the bed, pulling clothes out of his gigantic bag and throwing them aside.
“What are you doing?” Shige peered over, watching the clothes fly all over.
“Kei got drunk last night.” Yamashita took his head out of the bag to look at Shige. “After you left I thought it was a good idea to make him drink so he could tell me later what I wanted to know… and, naturally, he told me stuff.”
Shige kept quiet, wanting to ask what stuff Koyama told him. But he knew Yamashita liked to make pauses along his speech, it made him sound mysterious, so there was not need to rush.
“He told me so much about how he feels about you.” Yamashita raised a white shirt in his hands to look at it better. “You know… stuff.” He tossed the piece of clothe aside. “Sex related stuff.”
Shige could only imagine Koyama’s face and voice when he spoke about all those things to his cousin. He immediately concluded, he had no idea how Koyama would look or sound, but he had to believe he did tell those things. Yamashita wasn’t definitely a liar.
“And I thought it would be fun.”
“What?” Shige asked slowly, taking sight of the scattered clothes across the room floor.
“To play a little.” Yamashita stood up to face the other boy. “I want you to be my pupil, which means you’ll have to obey me. In exchange, I’ll give you Kei.”
“That sounds more like I have to be your slave.”
“I will make Kei tell what he did.”
Shige didn’t have enough time to properly answer to that petition when he was interrupted by Yamashita pulling up at his pajama shirt.
“Now get naked. You need to take a shower.”
“What for?” Shige’s hands clenched at the edge of his clothe, keeping it in place.
“Because I, Yamashita Tomohisa, am going to dress you.”
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“I don’t think this is such a good idea.” Shige stood still as the older boy kept blow-drying his hair.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Yamashita turned off the blow-dryer and tossed it aside, then he grabbed Shige’s shoulders and made him stay still, proceeding to undo more buttons of Shige’s white shirt.
Shige looked at his own reflection in the floor-length mirror with a deep frown.
“It’s easy for you to say that.” Shige stopped Yamashita in the middle of his work. “You are not the one who isn’t wearing underwear!”
“No. You are.” Yamashita moved apart, contemplating the younger boy like if he was his work of art. “Now, look.” The older boy pointed to the mirror.
Shige turned to look at his own reflection again. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the shirt was almost transparent and barely covered beyond his waist, but, also, almost all of its buttons were undone to a point the pale flesh of his navel and chest was completely bare. The pants were so tight they looked to have been painted over his legs, and so low, his hipbones could be seen. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to not wear underwear, or otherwise it could be noticed under the tight clothes that were wrapping his body.
“What I got myself into?” Shige, blushing madly, pulled down at his shirt in order to cover the spectacle of milky skin, foiled soon enough by its shortness.
“Come on! You are overreacting!”
Shige saw as the older boy dug into his bag again, taking out about a dozen of random accessories.
“Stop it! I’m not a doll for you to play with!”
Yamashita gripped both of Shige’s upper arms and made him look straight at his own reflection.
“No. You want to be Kei’s doll,” the older boy whispered into Shige’s ear. “Let him play with you for hours.”
Shige shuddered under Yamashita’s grasp. Just thinking about it made him a meek, submissive creature.
“Then behave like one,” Yamashita demanded in a strong voice.
Feeling weak and light-headed, Shige nodded obediently.
“You should wear a collar,” The older boy said as he slid a black, satiny ribbon around Shige’s neck, tying it firmly.
“Now, that’s better.” Yamashita combed Shige’s silky fringes with his fingers, his hand reaching the red cheek, caressing the face framed by perfect dark hair.
“You want him to be the first one to touch you, right?”
Shige nodded again.
“That won’t be hard to accomplish, considering how beautiful you are.” Yamashita slid his hands down Shige’s arms, over the thin fabric of the long sleeves, placing them delicately over the porcelain skin of his belly. He leaned over, nuzzling at the younger boy’s neck. “You need to know…” He kissed Shige’s shoulder. “You need to know people want you. People want to take you in so many ways… taste the untouched.” Yamashita’s hands moved up to stroke at the boy’s chest, stretching the shirt along the touches, enjoying the way Shige’s breath stuck in his throat. “I can barely stand the way Kusano looks at you sometimes, without feeling jealous.”
Shige whimpered, his shiny lips turning into a pout as he frowned back at Yamashita’s reflection in the mirror. “Kusano doesn’t want me.”
“Yes, he does.” Yamashita’s head tilted up, one of his hands moving to hold Shige’s chin, its thumb caressing carefully the pink lips. “But he doesn’t love you.” Yamashita’s other hand wandered lower, getting in between Shige’s legs. “Not that way.”
The older boy couldn’t help but took delight in the low sound of Shige’s whimpers, the way he joined his knees together just to stop the touch to go any far.
“Don’t…” Shige pleaded weakly, his hands clutching at the ends of his own shirt.
“Think about Koyama.” Yamashita kept caressing over the jean fabric with his hand fully open. “He won’t stop if he were in my position.”
Shige did as he was told. He thought about Koyama in Yamashita’s place.
“Don’t stop.” Shige moaned, taking hold of Yamashita’s hand and pressing it harder against him. “Kei…” Shige bit his lips.
“Now we’re making a progress.” Yamashita took his hands away from Shige, and walked apart from his trembling figure.
Shige looked longer at his reflection this time, feeling ashamed by his lewd behavior. The expectation making him feel aroused.
Yamashita took Shige’s hand, earning the boy’s attention. “Now, you have to listen to every word I say.”
“I told you, I’m not going to be your slave!” Shige took his hand away from Yamashita’s.
“Then we have no deal.”
Shige fell silent, looked at the ground as his anger faded away.
Yamashita could not be a liar, but he did certainly know how to get his own way.
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Shige’s body tensed up completely, refusing to move even a single inch forward.
It was hard enough for Shige to talk to Koyama, and, he thought, it was going to be a million times harder to talk to Koyama while he was looking so… available.
Yamashita put his hands on Shige’s arms, resting his chin over the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. Kei won’t hurt you, unless you want it.”
Shige shook his head, turning around to look at Yamashita, pleading with his eyes. He knew how Koyama would look at him, the way Kusano looked at free feasts. He wasn’t ready to deal with that just yet, and to be honest with himself, Shige wasn’t sure he could refuse anything Koyama would ask him.
“I don’t want it. Not like that.”
“It’s now or never.” Yamashita took hold of the knob, turned it and pushed it open the door slowly.
Shige closed his eyes, wincing at the friction sound the hinges made.
“Eh… Where’s Kei?” Yamashita asked in a surprised tone.
Shige opened his eyes just to see Kusano sitting by the table, next to Masuda and Tegoshi, the boys still dressed in their pajamas.
“Fuck.” Kusano gaped and, actually, stopped eating to look at the boys standing in the doorway, as the toast he was holding slipped from his hand and landed on the immaculate, white tablecloth.
As soon as the maid that was serving the food thought that she couldn’t get the stain of strawberry jelly out of the tablecloth fabric, Tegoshi, involuntarily, spitted out the orange juice he was intending to swallow over the said tablecloth.
“Assholes,” the maid said before storming out of the room.
“Well… anyways, I guess we have to wait for him.” Yamashita sighed, looking annoyed. “You go eat with Kusa. I’m coming later.” The boy turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
Shige stood in the same spot for a few more seconds, watching the boys sitting at the table. Kusano kept gaping, Tegoshi was choking badly and Masuda, well, the boy was busy spreading more peanut butter onto his bread. Shige blinked, looking innocent, completely unaltered by the boys’ reactions and proceeded to sit next to Kusano.
“Can I have the nipples, Massu?” Tegoshi said after he stopped coughing, straightening on his seat.
There was a silence as Masuda smiled and turned to look at Tegoshi, who hadn’t realized what he just said.
“I mean the apples! THE APPLES!” Tegoshi screamed immediately, motioning his fingers in the direction of a basket filled with green apples, then clasping his hands over his mouth, the boy stood still, reddening.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Shige clouted his palm onto the table, earning everyone’s attention instantly. “If you guys have something to say about the way I’m dressing just tell it already!”
“I have no idea what are you talking about,” Kusano said in a way too insincere tone, “Seriously.”
Shige rolled his eyes and took the basket of apples. “You are such an insufferable fuck.”
“Desperate,” the younger boy mumbled back at his friend.
“Kei’s house is pretty big!” Tegoshi said at random in a cheerful tone, trying to break the tension among them. “So beautiful!”
“They are rich as hell,” Kusano said next, giving Shige a toast. ”I mean, I’m not as rich as Kei’s family, but I’m rich enough to know how rich they are. Kei and Ryo are some wealthy bastards. They has got so rich they lost all respect for humanity. And trust me when I say that you can’t get richer than that.”
That wasn’t exactly the way Tegoshi thought the conversation will led to, but, he thought better, not all people were willing to kiss and hug each other openly after such episodes of awkwardness.
“Nice leash.” Kusano slid a finger over the ribbon around Shige’s neck. “You want some blueberry jelly over your toast, pup? It’s sure your favorite.”
“So!” Tegoshi almost yelled, interrupting Kusano’s uncomfortable speech. “How’s school going, Kusano?”
“I quit college.” Kusano dipped his knife into the blueberry jelly and spread it onto Shige’s toast.
“Why? I always thought you were going to become an excellent economist,” Tegoshi answered back, with a smile.
“His classmates started to call him a filthy spoiled brat… and well…” Shige commented bluntly.
“I’m not a filthy spoiled brat!” Kusano dug the tip of the knife into his own toast, seeming upset at Shige’s comment. “Goddammit, I’m a millionaire spoiled brat! I’m not like those primitive assholes, whose only way to get money is by working for it!”
“Oh, Okay,” Tegoshi merely answered, thinking it twice before saying something nice again in order to make the mood a little more bearable.
“Could you pass me the salt, Shige?” Kusano pointed at a little salt container on the opposite edge of the table.
“What for?”
“I like my toast with a touch of saltiness, you see, and I’m too short to reach it.”
Shige stood up reluctantly and leaned over, trying to reach the salt with his hand. “I can’t reach it.”
“Try harder.”
Shige stood over his tiptoes, leaning over to a point his bare belly made full contact to the tablecloth, reaching once again with his hand, the digits brushing against the salt pot slightly.
“You almost have it.”
Shige stretched more and all the eyes in the room fixed intently on his figure as his already undersized shirt slid up above his waist showing the white bareness of his torso, they kept staring at the slight concaveness of his lower back and the rounded forms of his entire rear that peered faintly over the jean band waist.
Kusano thought that naked Shige was breathtaking already, but somehow Shige had managed to look sexier while dressed than being naked. Now, that was impressing.
“Oh yes! You are almost there.”
Shige jolted when he felt what it could be only described as a hand groping his butt. Not just a hand, a fully open palm massaging the entire surface of his buttock.
“What are you doing?” Shige smacked the culprit’s hand, which happened to be Kusano’s.
“I’m just simply doing what every person in this room wants to do.” Kusano’s fully open palm kept resting over the firm curve of Shige’s rear part.
Shige put both of his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, “I can’t even begin to tell you how weird this feels.”
“Frankly, I don’t give a fuck about how are you feeling.”
Shige chuckled at the oddness of the situation and at Kusano’s impudence, and then he turned to look at the couple sitting next to Kusano, expecting to find a pair of two young cute, little boys giggling, but what he saw there made his own smile fade away instantly.
Masuda was staring absorbedly at Shige’s body, glancing at the small of Shige’s narrow back, gaze traveling lower.
“Massu!” Tegoshi smacked his boyfriend out of his daze, “I think we are done eating, right?”
Masuda lowered his gaze and nodded slowly, his hands fumbling nervously with the hem of his shirt.
Both Shige and Kusano looked in silence as Tegoshi stood up and attended to grip at the massive circumference of Masuda’s upper arm with his small hand, but, naturally, failed.
“Urgh!” Tegoshi stomped, pouting cutely, “Stop being so… strong!”
“I’m sorry,” Masuda said in a tiny voice and mirrored Tegoshi’s pout, still refusing to properly look at the younger boy’s face.
Tegoshi opted to grab Masuda’s wrist instead, dragging him out of the room.
“What was that?” Shige asked when the two boys left, frowning, already used to the warm feeling of Kusano’s hand on him.
“I told you.” Kusano’s fingers crawled up over Shige’s pants, the tips dipping inside the waist band. “They so want you to join them in a threesome.” The younger boy pulled hard at his friend by his pants.
Shige stumbled backwards, landing on Kusano’s lap. Suddenly, there were arms around his waist, hands on his belly, fingertips pressing into the delicate skin.
“Tell me, since when are you this tempting?” Kusano asked in a low murmur, his lips brushing over the skin of Shige’s neck. “People can hurt you, you know. And I don’t want that.”
“I thought you liked Yamapi.” Shige turned his body to the side slightly, facing the boy beneath him, their lips almost touching.
“I do.” Kusano lowered his gaze. “I’m just lecturing you.”
“Then shut up and stop acting like you own me.”
Shige attended to got up from his friend’s lap, but his brain functions were brought to a halt when he saw Koyama standing in front of them. It was obvious that he had heard and seen it all.
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Kusano yelled immediately, pushing Shige away from him, sending him hard against the table.
Kusano stood up, facing Koyama, who looked extremely serene. Kusano got even more nervous by the boy’s calm behavior, trying to avoid Koyama’s strong gaze, he bowed deeply, “I’m sorry!”
The youngest boy ran across the table, getting to Koyama’s side, grasped at the boy’s arm and shook it vehemently. “Please, don’t break my nose.”
Koyama had to laugh at that one. Blinking slowly, he put a hand over his own face, covering his eyes. He was obviously suffering from a terrible hangover.
“I’m not going to hit you, Kusano.” Koyama looked down at the short boy, smiling kindly.
“NO!” Kusano shook Koyama’s arm again, “Please hit me now! It will make me feel more safe!”
Koyama sighed, rolling his eyes. “Look, kid, stop shaking my arm, it makes my head throb. Now go and play for a while.”
Kusano nodded quickly, smiling dumbly. “Okay, I will!”
Kusano let go of Koyama’s arm and started to back away, leaving the room, smile still plastered on his face. As Kusano headed backwards he, naturally, couldn’t help but trip over a few chairs on the way, and tried to stop his inevitable falling by supporting a hand on the door, which swung open, making the younger boy hit against the door knob hard before falling on his side with a thud.
“I’m okay, really!” Kusano yelled from his spot on the floor, “I just hurt my arm and sides a little.”
Koyama rubbed at his temple, sighing again.
“Don’t worry, I can just crawl out of the room,” Kusano did as he told, waving a hand at Koyama before getting slowly out of the room, wriggling over the floor until he reached the hall.
Koyama closed the door, making Shige’s heart skip a beat as he heard at the clicking sound of the door being locked. They were alone now.
Shige didn’t look up as he leaned the weight of his quivering body against the table, heard footsteps coming closer.
“You weren’t blushing.” Koyama reached out, taking a lock of black hair from Shige’s face, letting it fall slowly over his eyes later.
Shige flinched shortly, raising his shoulders to a point they were almost touching his ears, the sudden action made his shirt slide up.
Koyama noticed it, and kept staring at his bareness when speaking, “Kusano was touching you, and you weren’t blushing.”
The older boy reached with his hand again, touching the cherry-tainted cheek, “Why are you now?”
Shige started to feel cold sweat running down his back, making the thin clothe to stick onto the skin slightly. He looked straight at the other boy’s eyes, and those mere inches that made Koyama taller than him seemed like an infinite distance, and Shige knew it was fault of Koyama’s strong presence overcoming him, enveloping him, pressing against him as an unreal weight that made him feel heavier somehow, made him feel weaker.
Koyama came closer, his nose a few inches away from Shige’s and Shige’s head started to sway slightly in a daze.
Shige could smell Koyama’s deep, powerful scent, and how a plain aroma could make his knees tremble?
Koyama then slipped a hand up inside the white, tight shirt, not touching properly, just brushing his fingertips.
The contact made Shige wheeze really low. Looking down at Koyama’s hand disappearing under his shirt, Shige gasped softly. He looked up again and he could swear Koyama was getting closer, his pupils getting darker. Time stood still as Shige got lightheaded, feeling some sort of circle-traveling wave of numbness through his body.
Koyama’s hand wandered higher, the air of the room cooling off the sweat, and then he slid a single finger down the side of Shige’s torso, outlining the arc of his waist, the nail scratching its way down the skin.
Shige’s body stiffened as he tried his best to suppress a shiver, Koyama noticed it, and that made him smile, grin to be more specific.
“Kiss me,” Koyama said, the petition sounding odd to Shige’s ears.
Shige’s lips parted, his head tilted to the side, leaning forward slowly until his own mouth made contact gently with Koyama’s jaw line, getting slowly into the space that provided Koyama’s embrace. Shige retrieved soon after that, looking nervously into Koyama’s eyes in hopes of finding a sign of something, some sign of pleasure from the older boy.
“Who was the last person you kissed?”
Shige didn’t answer to Koyama’s question at the moment, distracted by the heat of Koyama hands ghosting over his lower back, the lingering warmth made his flesh tingle maddeningly. Shige leaned back, hoping his skin would make contact with Koyama’s hands, flinched when he felt the touch more burning than he thought it would be.
“Kissed or being kissed by someone?” Shige asked, speaking for the first time in Koyama’s presence, his voice sounding unnatural to his own ears.
“It isn’t the same?” Koyama pushed Shige’s body closer to him with his hands, slowly, the younger boy still reluctant to the embrace, his back arching due the pressure of those palms as the delicate surface of his belly made contact with the harsh fabric of Koyama’s belt.
Shige shook his head as an answer to the last question that almost was forgotten.
“How come?”
“The last one can be done without any consent of mine,” Shige blinked and pouted a little, looking far too cute for his own good. “Yuya kissed me last night.”
Koyama frowned deeply, but immediately his face changed into a straight one, hints of confusion in his eyes.
The exact same reaction Shige was expecting.
“What did you do to him?” Shige finally had the courage to ask the older one.
To be continued…
A/N: OMG SHIGE! ::WHORES OVER HIM LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW:: I don't even know myself anymore what the hell I'm writing!