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TITLE: The Hidden Meanings of Video Games
PAIRING: AkameDa
RATING: NC-17
REQUESTED BY: ary666 :: AKAMEDA l It's summer, it's hot and Jin wants to go to the beach so he bother Ueda until he agrees to go with him but somehow they end up with Kame. {NC-17/SMUT}
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: I FINISHED IT AND IT’S STILL SUMMER. GODDAMNIT. I’M SORRY FOR BEING THIS LATE.
and.. the title has practically nothing to do w/ the fic. just an fyi. m(_ _)m
. // The Hidden Meanings of Video Games
Jin cursed, loud and clear, as Kame’s player shot him dead on in the head. They were on the couch, KAT-TUN room, as usual and playing video games: courtesy of Taguchi Junnosuke. “KAAAME~” he whined, twisting to pout at the younger boy, “Stop killing me.” The boy mumbled something in response and perked his ears, “What did you say about me?” His forehead creased, the expression on his face displayed feigned hurt and remnants of a pout all the same. “KAAAAME~” Jin said again, remembering the way a simple name calling irked Kame to no end in the making of video. He was going on, repeated Kame’s in different variations of length when the door opened and Ueda was telling him to shut up.
Akanishi Jin sat pouting, cursing when Kame won and screaming obnoxiously loud and over exaggerated when he won. Around the fifth time, Ueda got tired of saying shut up and instead leaned over to wack Jin on the head with a rolled up magazine. Just moments before, Jin looked at Kame with those eyes he usually had when he had some "brilliant" idea and Kame had said no but now Ueda was the victim; Kame sighed. Head and magazine still connected, Jin turned with a gasp, “UEPI!” controller rattling onto the floor, “LET’S GO TO THE BEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAACH.”
“No.” Shot down cold, in a heartbeat.
“Bu-“
“Where’d you get that idea from anyway?” Jin turned to point at the TV. “What exactly about shooting and killing people reminds you of the beach.”
“Both are hot,” Jin frowned, fanning himself.
“Have YOU ever shot and killed someone Jin? How would you know it’s hot?” Kame interjected, getting up to put the game away.
But Jin caught his arm, “Cause all the armor, and running, and… it must be hot. MUST BE.”
“How do you,” Kame paused, realizing reasoning would get him nowhere, “okay, whatever, fine.”
“MUST BE.”
“We get it Jin,” Ueda said from the couch, having not moved an inch, “but we are not going.”
Jin pouted again, but this one was different, it meant IT was going to begin. The IT being endless nagging, screaming, cursing, and what not till the other party agreed to his selfish whims. Before Jin could open his mouth though, Kame rushed out the door pointing to his watch and motioning he’d be late for his drama shooting. The youngest boy departed, whispering “ganbatte’ to Ueda before closing the door again.
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No one can escape the evil clutches of Akanishi Jin when the boy has his mind set on something, not unless they want to be driven to the very edge of sanity. So Ueda Tatsuya is reluctantly getting into the passenger seat of his car, because Jin wants to drive but doesn’t wanna pay for gas. They arrive at the beach, and Uepi stands by the car with hands on hips as Jin runs and kicks a beach ball from a little kid and has the poor child crying to his mother. Ueda apologizes, but the mother is quite young and a KAT-TUN fan so things smooth over without claws being drawn.
Jin’s splashing in the water all glee and Ueda has half to mind to ask ‘how old are you?’ but knows Akanishi would just reply with ‘shut up old man’ . He sits in the shade of the umbrella he set up and tries to go to sleep, but water is splashing on him and he knows the tide is not that high. Ueda gets pulled reluctantly into the water, realizing moments later that his clothes are not waterproof and so starts yelling at Jin.
It doesn’t help that their day off has become a spectacle for fangirls who start squealing and pointing as if their lives depended on it when the two KAT-TUN members make the slightest skin to skin contact. So time passes and Jin gets fed up with the onlookers, the phase is over.
He drags Ueda, wet and grumbling, into the backseat of the car. And that’s when Ueda realizes that there’s something in the backseat of his car, something he didn’t remember putting it there. On top of that, the thing is alive and life-sized. It’s wiggling under blankets of sorts and Jin’s looking on until he gasps and remembers. The layers of blankets are pulled away to reveal Kame, sweaty, heaving, flushed, gagged, and tied up. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Ueda says after he gets control of his mouth again. That question is immediately repeated as Ueda takes out Kame’s gag and starts untying the ropes.
“I kidnapped him,” Jin states simply, as if it were the most normal thing on earth.
Ueda is about to say something about Jin’s brain, but a look in the rearview mirror tells him he has more to worry about… like the herd of girls who have finally narrowed down which car belongs to the KAT-TUN guys. He makes a mental note that if any of them are smart enough to take the plate number and he winds up getting stalked, Jin will never hear the end of it. But he knows now that if Jin doesn’t quit standing around gawking, THEY ALL won’t hear the end of it.
It takes a while, but Kame can be left unrestrained and Jin’s life will no longer be in danger. The boy is mumbling to himself, “How could you kidnap a damn person and then completely forget?!” Kame’s shirtless and in boxers cause the heat and Ueda’s getting worried with the way Jin keeps on looking at them with the rearview mirror. ‘Stop staring and drive’ is what Ueda is going to say, but Kame does it for him instead.
The AC is cranked, its comfortable in the car, and Kame has his clothes back on. Kame does a facepalm and pulls out his cellphone, calling the company so nobody freaks out. Too late, it’s a mess over there because not only does Kame have work, all of KAT-TUN have work. It’s a bit of a stretch to say they are all sick, but it works for the time being.
They are all hungry and think Jin is driving them to the nearest restaurant but then they wind up at a hotel and are biting Jin’s off because he’s an idiot. But they turn out to be the idiots, cause the hotel is serving damn dinner at the moment. They eat to their full and Jin’s complaining that no one brought the assassin game, that its boring, and OHMYFUCKINGOD would you two say something.
“What?” both of them say, and Jin’s sighing again like he’s some profound scholar, drawing it out like that. Then he grabs Kame’s phone while the boy is in the shower (Ueda already took one) and starts playing games. Ueda always wonders about Jin’s train of thought because one minute he’s happily fitting pieces of blocks together on the cell and the next he’s pushing Ueda over on his back and starts grinding against the poor boy. The advance is a bit too random, and Ueda is still a little too stunned to give a reaction. Jin says that Ueda is boring and walks into the bathroom with another one of his pouts; then there’s a scream, loud and clear.
Ueda walks in, expecting to see Kame in some uncomfortable position and cursing until he remembers there’s only one person that scream that high and see’s Jin pressed against the glass sliding door of the shower. He takes a few steps back but Kame calls for him. “I’m washing Jin,” the younger says, fingers hooking to look like quotation marks as he says ‘washing’. But from a certain viewpoint, it certainly looks that way, what with Jin all naked and the water spraying directly onto his dick and all.
There’s a whimper, Jin’s mumbling, “It hurts.” He tries twisting away from Kame’s hold, but having spent god knows how long in the backseat of a fucking leather car without ac, Kame’s more than happy to push Jin harshly back in place. The whimper turns into a whine now, louder and drawn out as the shower head is turned to high and Jin doesn’t know whether to moan or cry. It hurts, but ohfuck it feels good too.
Ueda stand there, not sure what to do when Kame says, “Hurry up and help me. You can fuck his mouth.” Sure, he was having some strong second thoughts about this whole situation but Ueda is not one to pass up a free blowjob. Especially since Jin is practically begging for it, with the way his whimpering and panting. So he strips, leans against the sink and facing his cock towards Jin’s mouth as Kame pushes the boy’s back down.
Jin tries to pull away at first, but then the shower head is at his already abused cock again so he submits, lips pulling Ueda’s length in and eyes giving off the look of some kicked puppy, sniffing and all as if he’s being abused. Which, if you look at it technically, could actually be true. But Ueda knows it’s not, Kame knows it’s not, and Jin knows it’s not.
The pelt of water has softened and isn’t hitting the head of his cock anymore, so Jin can relax and enjoy the pull of Ueda’s fingers on his hair. “You like that?” Kame whispers, bending over Jin’s figure, “Ueda, pull harder.” Ueda does, finger’s grasping tighter and hand pulling harder as Jin whimpers around his cock. He likes the way it fells when the vibrations from Jin’s mouth make their way to his dick so he does it again, rougher and Jin moans louder.
“You’re such a slut,” Kame says, turning to shower water cold because it’s getting just a tad bit too hot. Jin yelps at the sudden change and temperature, and his mouth jerks lower onto Ueda’s length and feels it at the back of his throat. He tries to pull away but Ueda has him in place, enjoying how Jin swallows around him without the slightest trace of a gag-reflex. And god it feels good when Jin groans around him, closing in and sending the feeling straight to his arousal and making him even harder. Kame has fingers inside the older boy, raw and without the assistance of lube but instead water from the shower.
It stings a bit at first, and Jin’s ass feels hot even with the cold water pelting down. He feels the fingers shoved in deep, the cock at his throat, and he moans again. Kame calls him a slut. Then the water is turned off and Kame’s only slightly amazed that Jin’s ass doesn’t need the assistance of lubrication, besides, they all know he likes a bit of pain. Ueda bites at his lips, guttural sound rumbling at his throat as Jin runs his fingers lightly along the inside of the boy’s thighs. Then he winces and curses, the fingers now digging into the skin as Kame pushes into Jin.
The warm lips have left his cock and he’s grumbling, stroking himself and getting off at the sight of Kame fucking Jin into the glass door. The older is pushed up against it, arms and hands laid on the cool surface as Kame pushes in from behind. He’s practically screaming into the door and Ueda looks around and wonders if anyone can hear them. Even when he can barely breathe right, moans overlapping again and again with each thrust from Kame, Jin wants more. He moans out for Ueda but the boy just stares at him, trying to figure out what Jin is trying to get at.
At first he thinks it’s his cock, but he’s only partially right. Kame has Jin’s hands pinned up over his head, moving in quick shallow thrusts as Jin whines about wanting to be touched. “Well, you can suck.” He certainly can, and Ueda is willingly shoving his dick into Jin’s mouth to shut him up again. But Jin is anything from quiet, even with his mouth stuffed. His teeth grate against the oldest boy’s length, tongue sliding along the underside of the shaft, and he fuckin screams around the cock as Kame finds the prostate and starts pushing up against it, grating against it with that constant rubbing motion that is hardly enough to keep Jin sated.
Ueda decides he’s had enough of the shower, “Fuck. Someone fuck me.”
Jin gladly accepts the offer, although he has Kame fucking him practically senseless to worry about. Ueda’s on his back when they’ve finally made it to the bed. Jin’s on his elbows, spreading Ueda’s leg further apart and sucking the boy off as he sticks a finger in experimentally. Kame whacks him with a bottle of lube and soon Ueda’s groaning with a corner of the white, fluffy hotel pillow in his mouth.
And Jin’s moaning, voice high-pitched and thrill as Kame starts fucking him again and there’s nothing, not even water to ease the stinging feeling. Jin’s mouth falters and Ueda’s pushing up into that hot mouth, groaning with each buck of his hips as Jin’s lips tighten around his cock and Jin’s fingers hook again to find that spot. Kame goes slow and deep, knowing that even for Jin, completely raw is a bit too much to handle. Jin doesn’t know what to do, he wants it harder but at the same time the pain is outweighing the pleasure and its driving him crazy with want.
And not to mention, no one has touched him in forever. His cock is throbbing, it’s practically painful, and he reaches down to stroke himself but Kame grinds against him especially hard, ripping a cry from his lips as he feels the roughness of the action, the traces of pain that leave him a whimpering, panting mess. “Don’t you dare,” Kame whispers harshly into Jin’s ear, teeth closing in and wrenching yet another moan from the older boy.
Then Ueda’s groaning from the lack of attention, says he’s ready, and Kame stops a little to let Jin push the head in. He guides the rest of the motion though, ramming into Jin and driving the rest of the member into Ueda. There’s a low moan, Ueda, and a raw shout, Jin. The boy in the middle is grabbing at the sheets, caught between the pleasure and the pain as Kame directs the movement of all three of them.
He’s not complaining about a hand-job anymore, because this is a hundred times better than a hand job. He slides into Ueda smoothly as Kame presses forward, neck thrown back in a mangled scream. Then Kame stops and Jin is forced to do all the work if he wants to feel good. And Jin wants to feel good so he moves shamelessly between them, gasping from the feather-light touches that leave a tingling sensation all over his body.
His groaning, the sound grating at his throat and finally there is only the slightest trace of pain. He moves more readily, and its fucking obscene how his moaning and grinding his hips between the two. Ueda groans as he feels Jin’s dick brush against that spot and gasps, “There.” Jin does just that, and Kame has the boy’s head twisted around for a kiss as he leans and rams in deeper.
Jin’s tongue falters in Kame’s mouth as the younger boy’s fingers start rubbing the place he and Kame are connected, that stretch of skin that has him practically howling in ecstasy. The fingers just ghost along his ass and it makes it even harder to bear. Jin whines, the sound barely making its way out because his throat is dry. He wants a drink, but then he doesn’t. It’s then that Ueda pulls him down for a kiss and makes Kame’s dick press against that spot. So even before Ueda is licking and sucking, he has Jin groaning against his lips.
Each clench from Ueda can be felt by Kame, through Jin who needs a bit of a help to establish a steady rhythm. But no one offers to help, and ass soon as Ueda and Jin break apart, the boy is moving again back and forth as he moans and grasps the sheets fromt eh pleasure of it all. He feels Ueda’s heat, the tight, hot, wet clench around him and pulling him in deliciously. He feels that hard length, pulsating and burning into him as Kame pounds him from behind. He can barely breathe and god he’s thirsty.
His hips moves, and maybe there is a manner to it after all. It’s forever gaining; each motion faster and more desperate than the last as Jin rocks himself between the two. He knows he’s doing a good job with the way Kame hisses his name and Ueda’s back arches off the mattress. He knows by that tightening feeling in his stomach that makes his go even faster and robs him of his breath so his cries are soft and thin.
He’s the first to go, not much of a surprise, and he brings Ueda with him. They both moan and arch dangerously, grinding closer to each other unintentionally and moaning from that too. Kame stopped to let Jin bask in his high for a while, biting a lip as Jin tightened around him and jerks this way and that, keeping him just barely at bay. Then Jin has regained a bit of breath and Kame decides he doesn’t have to wait any longer. Ueda has crawled to the side, content and sleeping because Jin pulled out.
Kame grabs Jin’s hips, nails digging into the curve as he pushes on the small of the boy’s back. Jin’s gasping with his cheek against the sheets, not enough strength in him to do anything but pant and whisper Kame’s name as the boy pulls back one last time, this time withdrawing. Kame groans as he clutches his throbbing member and turns Jin around, he straddles the boy, “Suck,” he says. But it takes Jin barely a lick to have Kame shaking and groaning from the climax. With his face lathered in cum, Jin pouts up at Kame, who simply laughs at him and makes him lick up a bit. Jin does, faces contorting in disgust as the bitter taste hits his tongue. He gets up and washes his face, jumping back into the bed and waking up two people who were sleeping now, but now were mumbling angrily.
Jin sits up, “LETS GO SKYDIVING!!”
“NO!!” the answer is muffled by pillows but clear nonetheless.
“BUT, BUT!!”
“NO!” they yell into the white mass as Kame mutters ‘not again’.
Ueda turns to Kame, “Again?”
“He suddenly screamed that in my ear when the enemy team jumped out from a helicopter.”
“Oh.”
“SO CAN WE?!
“NO!! GODDMANIT JIN.” Kame says, almost screaming.
“We don’t all have the stamina of a sex fiend like you,” Ueda explains, that’s enough to keep Jin occupied for a while. But that’s enough because the other two have already fallen asleep before Jin realizes he’s been dissed.
“I’M NOT A SEX FIEND. HEY! WAIT… HEY!! WAKE UP! KAAAAME!~ UEEEEEEPI! WAKE UP!”
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HOMMMMMMMMMMMG. SUMMER IS FUCKING OVER AND SCHOOL IS STARTING.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~
i didn't look over this yet cause i was worried about the time so i apologize for any errors
...ill go back and edit my fics some other day D:
and i finally updated my fic index, which i have been putting off ... not that you've noticed
damn, have to get up early tomorrow~