Polaris (Higuchi x Reiji fic)
Woo! This is for
shiny_glor_chan's DN Kissing Meme, requested by
speaky_bean. It's Higuchi x Reiji, and as requested, involves money ^^
I'd probably rate this PG-13 to be safe...
What Reiji enjoyed the most, out of all the moments of his day, was that brief time after the other employees had gone home, and the large meeting room near the top of the Yotsuba building was empty.
Tonight, he was fully looking forward to his few moments of solitude before he returned to an apartment filled with yapping dogs and screeching landlords. He relished his peace, and as he stepped into the large room, he could feel the calm wash over him like warm water. To his surprise, though, the light in the room was still on. Either someone had forgotten to turn it off or...
Dammit. There was someone in the room. Feeling the irritation building up inside his stomach, he pushed a lock of long ebony hair from his face and stepped forward a bit, only to find that it was Higuchi who was interrupting his sacred time alone in the room. The other man sat in his usual chair at the table, a stack of checks perched before him as he wrote down something in a notebook. Reiji decided he must be tallying up just how much money he had made in the preceding week.
"Good evening, Higuchi-san," Reiji said civilly, unable to ignore his urge to be polite even with the irritation coursing through him like fire.
"Namikawa-san," Higuchi looked up from his work, his pen poising on the tablet before him. He dropped the pen and quickly clapped the notebook shut, sliding it into his bag. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to get some peace and quiet, which I see you are also enjoying tonight. What are you doing here so late?"
Higuchi blinked at his colleague for a moment before answering, running a hand nervously across his spiked hair. "Just... balancing a few checks, that's all," he said, obsessively straightening a stack of papers in front of him.
"Him and his damn money," Reiji couldn't help but think. He moved forward, closer to the chair Higuchi sat in, and crossed his arms stiffly, as was his habit. "I don't doubt there's nothing he would do for money." As his eyes trailed over the pile of checks, a small idea struck him... something that might make this night a little more entertaining.
Reiji moved closer to Higuchi, stepping beside him and leaning down, placing his elbows on the table so he was looking him straight in the eye. The other man looked at him blankly for a moment, and Reiji steeled himself, leaning forward and kissing his colleague on the lips.
Higuchi's eyes widened, his body froze, and he sat as though frozen in time as Reiji closed a hand around his tie and kept kissing him, brushing his tongue against Higuchi's lips for good measure.
"We're going to see just how much you really love money..." he thought as he pulled away, looking the other straight in the eye. He took a breath and said in most serious tone, "Higuchi, if you have sex with me, I will give you one half-million yen.”
Higuchi looked at him for a moment and blinked in surprise. By the time he had regained his composure, Reiji was wondering why in the world he had decided to try this little test in the first place. “Alright,” Higuchi said, surprise still dancing in his narrow eyes.
Reiji let go of Higuchi’s tie and pulled back, crossing his arms once more. “You, Higuchi-san, are despicable.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re willing to have sex with me for money. You do realize that that’s precisely the nature of a prostitute’s job? You are, if possible, far greedier than I initially thought. This is farther than I thought even you would lower yourself.”
Higuchi was moving suddenly, standing up in his chair and moving slowly toward Reiji, who merely kept his arms crossed and tried not to anticipate the painful things the older man might be planning on doing to him. What he did do, incidentally, was grab Reiji by the front of his suit. “You honestly think…” there was a bizarre, wary look on Higuchi’s face. “That this is about the money?”
Reiji could do little more than stare, his eyes wide, his usual composure gone as Higuchi shoved him backward, pushing him against the wall and crushing his body against his, inducing a small moan from the ebony-haired man. “H-Higuchi-san?”
Higuchi pressed his mouth into Reiji’s, one hand weaving into his hair as the other worked furiously on the buttons of Reiji’s jacket. “You can keep your half-million yen,” he muttered in between fervent kisses. “But we are going to have sex regardless… you should remember to never offer things you don’t intend to give.”
Far from Reiji’s mind flew all semblance of conscious thought as he moaned softly and kissed Higuchi back, weaving his fingers through short, spiky hair as the older businessman finished with the buttons of his jacket and the shirt underneath. Higuchi’s mouth suddenly disappeared, and a few seconds later a hot tongue slid itself across Reiji’s skin. He gasped softly as the tongue worked itself down to the hip bones that protruded slightly from his slacks, and then disappeared altogether as Higuchi’s hands went to work on his belt.
Somewhere in the back of Reiji’s mind, he couldn’t help but wonder exactly what in the world justified having sex with another man in his place of work. Why it was simply alright do this without so much as a warning, a plan, or anything else that might have made it appear is if he knew what was going on. But there was none of this… there was only sweat and heavy breathing against his neck as he felt his pants pool around his ankles and reached out his own desperate, shaking hands to remove the offending clothing that covered Higuchi’s body.
“Interesting choice of underwear, Namikawa-san,” Higuchi commented with a slight chuckle in response to the younger man’s red, silken briefs.
“Shut up.”
In another five minutes, Reiji was beginning to have second thoughts. He couldn’t deny the electric shocks that sparked up in his body every time he felt a bit of Higuchi’s skin brush against his, couldn’t deny how much his breath hitched whenever their lips brushed in that deafening, breathless rhythm. He wanted to fight the overwhelming effect it had on him. But he didn’t.
In another two minutes, the two men were completely naked, and things had escalated to the point where Reiji couldn’t have run if he wanted to. His body by now was responding so fiercely that he could do nothing but tremble and keep kissing his colleague over and over again as their foreplay reached a blinding intensity and he could no longer breathe.
In another six minutes, Reiji was being fucked.
He couldn’t deny he had imagined it would be something like this… his back flat against the cold wood of the table, the impressive task of trying to ignore the pain and focus on something else (he and Higuchi’s frenzied breathing, for example). When this didn’t work, he allowed his eyes to drift sideways out the window, focusing on a star that was significantly brighter than the rest. “Polaris“, he remembered vaguely from when he was younger. He kept his eyes on that star… its sparkling significance dulled the pain.
It wasn’t, he decided, completely unpleasant, doing this with another man. It was painful, to say the least, but there was a bittersweet, dramatic kind of excitement that coursed through his veins at the moment, a kind of warm, underlying pleasure that was part of this electrifying, exhilarating moment. And he couldn’t deny the spark of thrill that shot through him as he heard Higuchi moan his name during those final seconds.
All in all, Reiji decided as the two wordlessly cleaned themselves with most of the tissues that sat in a box on the table, it hadn’t been a bad decision. His head still spun with the gravity of what they had just done, a thousand small stars dancing before his vision. They put on their separate clothing in silence, and this time Reiji shot Higuchi a look, and he didn’t dare comment on his red underwear.
The two left together, walking through the hallways, Higuchi with that odd brown leather bag of his and Reiji with his strict briefcase. The silence was far less awkward than Reiji would have expected it to be, and he had to give Higuchi credit for making normal, acceptable small talk and actually greeting other employees they met in the elevator. The two men parted ways in front of the building, heading for separate parking garages, with the same polite, short greeting they normally would have used. But of course, there was something different there this time, and it almost made him smile slightly as he watched Higuchi’s retreating back.
The stars were bright tonight, even as the street lights came on and dulled them, they were still visible. A million tiny, sparkling pinpricks of light, and Reiji’s eyes scanned their numbers until his eyes came to rest once more on that Northern Star. His stomach flipped slightly at the sight of it, because now he found that attached to it were a thousand new memories… intricate images and feelings burned into his mind. Most vividly, it called to mind Higuchi’s smell… an expensive cologne that made him reminisce on the summer nights he’d spent in the backyard as a child.
He managed to keep half an eye on their star all the way home, while the radio droned softly and the lights of passing cars lit the interior of the car with their soft glare. And as he neared his apartment, he allowed himself a small smile up at that night sky.
Perhaps he had found more peace tonight than he had expected.
I'm going to post this on FFN... should I write a few more chapters to it? Would anyone be interested in seeing the rest of the angsty love story that obviously doesn't end well, knowing the fates of both characters? Yeah? XD