Takeda Nagano yaoi
unless you guys know what the Sasuke Tournament at mount madoriyama is, i'm pretty sure you wont know who these guys are.
but i cant get them out of my mind and so i wrote a little fic about them.
its more like a long winding drabble and i have no idea where im going with this (again) but i just had to write it down.
i'll get back to the Nisaki next week, i promise. ^_^''
AN: ok so I must say that I really apologize and I have no idea where this madness is going to take me. Seriously, I’ve written about Naitomea, why not about the Sasuke Tournament guys? (maybe cuz they actually come to America and can seriously kick my ass) but what’s done is done, so I’ll continue with my guilty pleasure and damn the consequences.
Also, the fact that they’re really good friends and are always together helps add to the yaoi smut potential these guys have.
Nagano: Man’s man.
Takeda: Man with the boyish grin
He didn’t know what he was thinking. They were both married now, he had a baby on the way and Takeda…he already had a family.
He didn’t know how it began, they held very different professions and lived in different parts of Japan. But the competition brought them together. And now it was impossible to just not see him.
He spent his days out at sea wondering, worrying at Takeda’s honorable but dangerous career, wondering if the other was ok--if he would see him at the next competition, or ever again. When Nagano wasn’t at sea, he spent every moment he could with the firefighter.
Even their sudden fame was an excuse to be together and they milked every minute they could.
It had been November the first time it happened.
This was before he got married and Takeda had his 2nd son. He and Takeda had been having drinks with the other ‘All Stars’, friends they’d made at the competition, Shiratori, Yamamoto and Yamada. The other guys were too drunk to drive home and Nagano had had the strongest and irrational urge to be alone with Takeda. To have the firefighter only to himself. And for some reason Takeda followed him, his see through excuse of ‘needing the exercise’ but going with him anyways, and he had no idea why all of a sudden he was so giddy. Nagano and Takeda walked back to the hotel in the dark nearly empty streets. He also didn’t know why, though the streets were empty and wide enough, they kept bumping shoulders though they played it off, blaming the alcohol.
He didn’t know what it was until something in him snapped and on the next turn into an unlit alley he shoved Takeda against the nearest wall and covered his body with his own and crashing his lips to the firefighter’s own.
Takeda was strong-had incredible upper and lower body strength-so if he wanted he could’ve kicked Nagano off of him and kicked his ass for even thinking about attempting what he was doing.
Instead, Takeda sighed, his body melting against Nagano’s as he opened his mouth to give Nagano’s demanding tongue free reign to do as he pleased, giving as much as he got and biting Nagano’s lips with a ferocity that was almost scary, if only he could see the way he himself was practically devouring Takeda’s mouth.
It was only when Takeda began sucking on his tongue, the first jolt of pleasure coursing through his body and seeming to shock his brain back into action, did he finally think, ‘what the fuck am I doing?!’
Almost as though electrified he shoved away from Takeda. He backed up against the building opposite the firefighter, eyes wide with shock and
fear.
What the hell had come over him?! What could’ve possibly possessed him to do that?!
but i cant get them out of my mind and so i wrote a little fic about them.
its more like a long winding drabble and i have no idea where im going with this (again) but i just had to write it down.
i'll get back to the Nisaki next week, i promise. ^_^''
AN: ok so I must say that I really apologize and I have no idea where this madness is going to take me. Seriously, I’ve written about Naitomea, why not about the Sasuke Tournament guys? (maybe cuz they actually come to America and can seriously kick my ass) but what’s done is done, so I’ll continue with my guilty pleasure and damn the consequences.
Also, the fact that they’re really good friends and are always together helps add to the yaoi smut potential these guys have.
Nagano: Man’s man.
Takeda: Man with the boyish grin
He didn’t know what he was thinking. They were both married now, he had a baby on the way and Takeda…he already had a family.
He didn’t know how it began, they held very different professions and lived in different parts of Japan. But the competition brought them together. And now it was impossible to just not see him.
He spent his days out at sea wondering, worrying at Takeda’s honorable but dangerous career, wondering if the other was ok--if he would see him at the next competition, or ever again. When Nagano wasn’t at sea, he spent every moment he could with the firefighter.
Even their sudden fame was an excuse to be together and they milked every minute they could.
It had been November the first time it happened.
This was before he got married and Takeda had his 2nd son. He and Takeda had been having drinks with the other ‘All Stars’, friends they’d made at the competition, Shiratori, Yamamoto and Yamada. The other guys were too drunk to drive home and Nagano had had the strongest and irrational urge to be alone with Takeda. To have the firefighter only to himself. And for some reason Takeda followed him, his see through excuse of ‘needing the exercise’ but going with him anyways, and he had no idea why all of a sudden he was so giddy. Nagano and Takeda walked back to the hotel in the dark nearly empty streets. He also didn’t know why, though the streets were empty and wide enough, they kept bumping shoulders though they played it off, blaming the alcohol.
He didn’t know what it was until something in him snapped and on the next turn into an unlit alley he shoved Takeda against the nearest wall and covered his body with his own and crashing his lips to the firefighter’s own.
Takeda was strong-had incredible upper and lower body strength-so if he wanted he could’ve kicked Nagano off of him and kicked his ass for even thinking about attempting what he was doing.
Instead, Takeda sighed, his body melting against Nagano’s as he opened his mouth to give Nagano’s demanding tongue free reign to do as he pleased, giving as much as he got and biting Nagano’s lips with a ferocity that was almost scary, if only he could see the way he himself was practically devouring Takeda’s mouth.
It was only when Takeda began sucking on his tongue, the first jolt of pleasure coursing through his body and seeming to shock his brain back into action, did he finally think, ‘what the fuck am I doing?!’
Almost as though electrified he shoved away from Takeda. He backed up against the building opposite the firefighter, eyes wide with shock and
fear.
What the hell had come over him?! What could’ve possibly possessed him to do that?!