[Fanfic] Convenient Misfortunes
Title: Convenient Misfortunes
Author: Sunaina
Fandom: NewS
Main pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Category: AU, Angst, Romance, Crack, Mystery
Rating: R
Summary: It has been 2 years since the last time Kato talked to Koyama.
Chapter 1: Realization
Chapter 2: Confessions
Chapter 3: Impulses
Chapter 4: Impotence
Shige had never being known as a people person, especially not a party person, but nevertheless he found himself sitting at the open bar since 3 hours now.
“You shouldn’t drink when sitting,” The bartender said, seeing the way Shige sipped his drink though a straw way too fast for someone who said it was his first time trying alcohol, “and especially not when you are drinking it with a straw.”
“Well… I’m pretty wasted by now, so there’s no need to stand up to drink,” Shige answered after the glass became empty. Looking apathetic, he rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the crystal counter, playing with the straw with his other hand. His eyes felt comically heavy, but he wasn’t tired.
“Can I have another...?” Shige paused. Frowning, he looked around for a couple of seconds. “How is it called?” He asked after half a minute.
“Green Demon,” The bartender guy answered, already used to people not knowing the names of the drinks.
“Yes, of course. Can I have another Green Demon?”
“Haven’t you have enough already?”
“I’ve already heard that one too many times and this is my first time drinking.”
The bartender shook his head and proceeded to make the drink.
Shige gazed idly as the green liquid was poured into a highball glass and a cherry was added on the top. He thought absentmindedly that Green Demon was indeed a beautiful drink.
Maybe he had have enough already, but who cared?
He took the glass, ate the cherry, and started to sip the liquor through his straw again. “This is good, what’s in it?”
“Vodka.” The bartender took out the Vodka bottle, and put it on the counter in front of Shige.
“Thanks.” Shige took the bottle, and left his seat, ignoring the guys’ protests.
The bottle should have felt heavy and cold, but Shige wasn’t feeling a lot at the moment. He uncorked the Vodka and took a large shot, freezing liquid trickled from the corners of his mouth, soaking his shirt. But he didn’t care.
The party was outside of the mansion, as the people were far from it, near one of the many pools, but, even so, the air was heavy and sweltering, almost tangibly.
Shige kept walking, swaying over his own feet, ignoring the deafening loud music, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingering in every person’s breath, the unknown faces surrounding him, the heat of bodies pushing and enclosing him.
But Shige wasn’t caring enough about anything. He was far beyond awareness, not taking heed of the unfamiliar eyes staring at him, the words spoken into his ear, the hands brushing over his figure in a concealed yet cheeky way.
The only real thing was the bitter taste of the alcohol traveling down his throat, and his determination to forget about everything.
“Hello,” a male voice spoke very close to Shige’s ear, but he didn’t look up, he couldn’t, his head felt too heavy. “Haven’t I seen you before?”
Shige rolled his eyes, annoyed by the guy’s unoriginality. “Whatever.” He tilted his head up to drink at his Vodka bottle properly.
“Come on, let’s go to a private place.”
Shige felt hands on his lower back, sliding around his body, pulling up at his shirt as he was dragged into the crazed crowd again.
“Where are we going?” Shige asked, his head somewhat hanging as he couldn’t look at anything but at the bustle of legs and feet under his gaze.
Shige knew Koyama had strange friends, but, in any case, all the rich kids are somewhat eccentric and messed up.
Suddenly the music couldn’t be heard anymore, and it was dark and cold.
“Where are we?” Shige looked around to find nothing but darkness surrounding him. The faded sound of music was still heard.
“This isn’t fun anymore. I’m going back.” Shige headed blindly to the front until he was stopped by a hand around his wrist, he felt someone’s breath very close to the skin of his own cheek.
“Now keep fucking quiet.”
Soon, another hand was pressing against his mouth as he was dragged backwards, and was pushed down onto what it felt like a table, an unfamiliar weight kept his own body pressed to the solid surface.
The Vodka bottle felt from Shige’s grasp as his own fingers went to clutch around the hand on his mouth, pulling at the iron grip, but it didn’t move a single inch, nor did the body over him. Shige couldn’t help but cringe at the unknown heat coming from that presence, at the wetness of that tongue over his neck, the raw odor making him feel queasy.
He realized it was his own fault. If he would’ve been so mad at Koyama for ignoring him, if he wouldn’t have left his side, then everything would be okay.
But he also thought, resentfully, this could be some kind of "Divine Judgment". Koyama would feel so bad for ignoring him, for not telling anything. This would break him for sure.
Shige kept thinking that until he felt a hand wandering between his legs, knees pushing in, separating his own, fingers dipping inside the waist band of his pants.
He shouted, as hard as he could, his throat felling numb in a few seconds. Nothing else he could hear, but his own desperate cries ringing inside his head.
“I suppose you are having fun.” Shige stopped screaming when he heard at a voice over his own desperate screams. It came from nearby, but not as close as he felt the stranger’s mouth on his neck.
The weight on him was slowly removed as the stranger straightened to stand up, knees still pressing against the inside of his own thighs.
“Kei!” The stranger said in cool voice.
Shige’s struggle came to a halt when he heard at that name. Koyama had been following him. For a moment, Shige felt incoherently angry at Koyama’s constant stalking, but, he realized, if it wasn’t for it, then everything could have ended really badly, so he resumed his shouting, calling out for Koyama.
“My man, how you doing?” The stranger’s hand kept pressing against Shige’s mouth, muffling the cries of distress.
Koyama was pissed off, but the guy noticed this too late, specifically after he felt Koyama’s fist punching him straight on the face.
Shige felt the limply body of his past aggressor landing unconsciously over him. He pushed it to the side, getting away from the table, brushing off incessantly the ghost of those hands touching him.
Shige looked at Koyama’s eyes pleadingly. He saw nothing but anger there, terrifying anger.
“Why do you do this to me?!” Koyama shouted, making Shige tremble. “You know what could have happen if I would have never stopped him?!” He grasped Shige’s shoulders, shaking his still trembling figure without mercy.
Shige didn’t speak. He just clung to Koyama desperately, not wanting to make contact with anything else, his fingers digging into his back, frantic seeking for the familiar smell.
Koyama let out a long sigh of relief, his chest rising heavily, as he felt like breathing through every one of his pores.
“I’m sorry,” Shige said in a weak tone, and rested his forehead against the curve of Koyama’s neck, pressing himself harder to Koyama.
Koyama hugged Shige back, reassuringly, and walked outside the dark room, setting the younger boy in motion with him.
Shige peered over Koyama’s shoulder at the warehouse they just left, looking for a moment at the strange guy, who was awakening slowly, and shuddered greatly as if he was suppressing the impulse of doing it for a long time. Soon, he felt fingers running down and through his hair, rubbing against his scalp, the brush of air that provided those soothing words spoken into his ear.
“No one is going to hurt you. I promise.”
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Koyama entered the house, bearing with the weight of an almost unconscious Shige clinging at his neck. Coming inside a living room, he found his cousin lying on the carpet, his face resting fully onto the hard fabric, and about a dozen of bottles of random contents surrounding him.
“Where’s Kusano?” Koyama went to stand next to Yamashita’s body. He remembered having asked Kusano to take care of Shige, but the boy had simply disappeared among the people soon after that.
Yamashita pointed at the large windows, through which the partying crowd could be seen. Almost immediately, his arm collapsed back to the carpet.
Koyama looked up to see in the distance at a swaying boy trying to stand straight over the bar counter. Putting up with Shige’s slow-motion pace, he approached a window that faced the yard, and slid it open, just to hear at a familiar voice yelling.
“My name is Kusano Hironori and I’m wasted!” That was the last thing Kusano said before passing out over the horde of people screaming out his name. That explained a lot about why Kusano didn’t watch over his best friend.
Koyama closed the window, and turned to look down at Shige. “Are you feeling okay?”
Shige’s hanging head moved somewhat, as he babbled, incessantly, in a really low voice. Koyama tried to ignore the brush of hot air on his neck as Shige kept talking nonsense.
Koyama knew that, when drinking, after a point everything just goes black, and Shige, at that moment, couldn’t even crawl back to the guest room, left alone walking. The poor boy would probably just collapse anywhere, and, without the care of someone, bad things could happen, as it was already confirmed.
Then, Koyama concluded, it was his duty to watch over Shige all the time it was necessary. And, while he did that, he would also try to convince himself that taking care of a drunk, scantily clad Shige was going to be an easy task.
Shige’s body continued to function on a basic level as Koyama dragged the boy out of the room and into the hallway that led to the stairs.
Koyama knew Shige could walk, a clumsy swaying, but it would still help. However, stairs required the person to be sober, he was sure of this fact thanks to a few bad accidents he went through in the past.
As slim as Shige had got, it was going to be easy for Koyama to carry him the rest of the way to his room. If only Koyama could carry Shige without having to deal with the fact he was going to touch him.
Restraining himself from taking advantage of Shige’s unconscious body, Koyama slid a hand behind his knees and another around his back, lifting the weight with ease.
Shige was still awake during the journey to the bedroom, but, once his head made contact with the surface of a soft pillow, he entered into some sort of comatose state.
“Hey.” Koyama crouched next to the bed, and brushed Shige’s silky fringes out of his eyes, “aren’t you even saying thanks?”
Shige shifted on the bed and then rolled to the side, bringing his knees close to his chest, his hands sliding under the pillows.
Koyama looked at Shige’s back, at the alarming amount of skin that the clothes couldn’t cover.
Shige had got so sloppy drunk Koyama would be surprised if he remembered about anything that might have happened, or what would happen in the near future.
Koyama, like every other sane person, became prey of his current urges. It wasn’t like Shige would ever find out.
He liked the idea of being bad and get away with it. He liked a lot of stuffs at the moment, especially Shige’s creamy skin being so greatly exposed, the soft curve of Shige’s back, Shige’s parted lips, and his crimson cheeks as the proof of his heavy intoxication.
Koyama leaned over, and placed a kiss on the boy’s hipbone, not pressing, just brushing.
Nothing happened.
Koyama’s reached with his hand, placing his palm firmly under Shige’s chin, lifting his head.
“It’s only fair,” Koyama whispered, and bit his own bottom lip, wetting it, “you have owed me this since two years ago.”
Koyama thought that when he would see Shige after that long waiting, and to be able to kiss him again, touch him, it was going to be sweet and innocuously passionate, but, as his tongue made contact with the inside of Shige’s mouth, every trace of innocence fled from his mind. His hand went to slightly encircle around Shige’s neck, feeling the satiny fabric of the black ribbon knotted around it, his own body cradling over Shige’s form.
It was already too late to stop now.
Koyama kept kissing Shige, so firmly his own nose was fully touching the soft skin of Shige’s face, and so demanding Koyama felt Shige’s head sway from side to side along his own motions as he pushed harder into the kiss. Shige’s saliva felt like some kind of bittersweet glop, so mingled with alcohol it could almost get to Koyama’s senses.
It didn’t last long until Koyama could feel it, the tightness in Shige’s throat indicating the he wasn’t breathing. He stopped, noticing just then the fast movement of Shige’s chest, and the truly swollen lips.
“That’s so wrong, to take advantage of him like that,” a voice filled the now broken silence.
Koyama looked up just to find Ryo leaning against the doorway, a grin along his features.
“I thought you were mad at me.” Koyama refused to leave his position, his body hovering over Shige’s. “But maybe that’s just me being paranoid.”
Ryo walked into the room, swaying. Koyama had to laugh at that one. He had dealt with drunk people enough already, and now Ryo showed up, drunk, and raving.
“Tego told me,” Ryo said next, ignoring Koyama’s defiant stare. “He told me Shige wasn’t doing well. That he was missing Kei so bad that he refused to even eat properly.”
Koyama looked down at the serenity on Shige’s face. His breathing had become steady, but the crimson kept lingering on his lips, strongly resembling clotted blood.
“Shige is so lonely, so crushed by Kei’s unawareness.” Ryo laughed long and harsh, the bizarre hint of malice in that sound made Koyama uncomfortable. “So fucking naïve, and to think he hasn’t found out about the worst yet.”
Koyama didn’t like when Ryo laughed like that, it could be said it disturbed him the way Ryo’s eyebrows raised as he showed his irritating white teeth. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
Ryo stopped laughing, but kept grinning that way it made Koyama ponder about his words. “You tell what you did.”
“You don’t tell me what to do you incoherent asshole.”
“You do that or I will have him first. I will talk Shige into bed, you know I can.”
Koyama knew Ryo didn’t want to sound scary, he wasn’t like that. Ryo didn’t threaten, he informed what he was going to do.
“Either way,” the black-haired boy resumed, “Shige won’t be yours.”
To be continued...
A/N: sorry it was short!!! I promise to let you guys know what Kei did on the next chapter! IF I RESIST THE URGE TO MOLEST SHIGE AGAIN OH NOES! I'M SO EVIL WITH HIM D: I LOVE YOU SHIGE