Fic: Driven (1/1) NC-17
JE Fic
Title: Driven
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF, slash, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2507
A/N: Dark, angry, angsty smut.
When Kame unsteadily rose to his feet and made his way toward the bathroom, no one raised an eyebrow. They had all been drinking. But when Jin got up a few minutes later and similarly disappeared, Koki and Maru looked at each other over the gunfire of Black Hawk Down and rolled their eyes.
Jin quietly slipped into the bathroom, hoping that the movie they were all watching and the level of drunkenness in the living room was distracting enough that no one would notice their absence.
“Get out.” Kame’s voice was flat. He was at the sink, hands braced on either side, a long mirror in front of him. It wasn’t hard to see the quiver that ran through the slender body or Kame’s white-knuckled grip on either lip of the black porcelain sink..
Jin didn’t answer. To disguise the trembling of his hands, he hid them in his pockets, and he leaned back against the closed door for a long minute, his heart racing.
“You’re such a bitch,” Kame spat venomously, not looking up. Long hair shrouded his face from view, but Jin had an angle on the mirror. Kame’s face was flushed, and not from the G & Ts he’d been demurely sipping for the last two hours.
Not so demure now.
Still, Jin said nothing, but he felt the heat in his face as he struggled to control his own rising emotions.
“Did you hear me?” Kame said again, his voice strangled. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Jin tried to speak, but his voice failed. He cleared his throat.
“I don’t want to.”
Kame’s head snapped over to look at him, and Jin saw a murderous expression distorting the lovely features. “Fuck you,” Kame said unflinchingly as he met Jin’s eyes. Jin could almost feel the heat of that penetrating stare, and it propelled him to push himself away from the door, and he stepped forward. Kame flinched, and then subsided into utter stillness, his eyes still hot and angry.
Jin’s hands trembled badly when he slipped them out of his pockets, as he stood directly behind Kame who was frozen in place, his forearms rigid. Jin could see the cords of muscle standing out and the white knuckles - so he leaned forward and didn't bother with subtle. He just fastened his mouth on the juncture of Kame's neck and shoulder and sucked hard. He felt Kame jerk beneath his mouth, but he didn't care, he used his teeth and his hands and wouldn't let Kame escape.
“Fuck you,” Kame snarled, his voice angry again. Jin lifted one unsteady hand and stroked a chunk of hair back from Kame’s face, his fingertips barely touching warm skin. Jin could feel the shiver beneath his glancing touch..
“Leave me alone.” Poisonous.
Jin closed his eyes as he tightened the fingers of his other hand around Kame's arm while he licked and nipped his way up the skin of Kame’s neck. Lightly he curved his hand around the base of the slender throat and he could feel Kame swallow convulsively. He opened his eyes.
“I can’t,” Jin whispered.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Jin could see the sparks still alive in Kame’s eyes. “I hate you,” Kame said bitterly.
Jin felt his throat tighten as he heard Kame’s words, but he ignored it. Instead, he pulled at the neck of Kame’s thin t-shirt, baring one shoulder. Without a word, he slipped his hand down under the t-shirt and flicked his thumb over a nipple. Kame shuddered. Hard.
“Let go of me,” Kame said in a dead tone, but there was no resistance left in his voice. Jin pulled him back.
“Shhhh,” he soothed when Kame made a small sound of muffled protest. Jin drew Kame back insistently until he uneasily leaned against Jin’s chest.
“Shut up,” Kame said without heat.
Jin laughed, but it was a bitter sound. It had been a long time since he’d last touched Kame liked this, and he didn’t know what had possessed him tonight as he sat with his hands full of pizza. Pizza! He hadn’t even looked at Kame as he had spontaneously shifted into their old game of remote control. There was nothing overt in the game - but that was the point. Long ago they’d invented a complicated system of subtle and ordinary gestures as a sort of code for one another - as a loving tease, and a wordless promise. But it was one thing to arouse one’s lover when there was the certainty of fulfillment - it was quite another to cruelly do so to someone with whom you hadn’t exchanged a civil word in months.
At first, he wasn’t even sure Kame had noticed, until he saw the glare and the tightly clenched jaw, and he knew it was working. That was when he lost his head. He could have - and should have - stopped it there, but the rush was like he remembered, and the further he went, the harder it was to stop. The giddiness didn’t stop the nervous flutterings in his belly though.
Now, they stared at each other in the mirror, Kame’s eyes burning in murderous hate and also a kind of mute appeal that cut Jin to the core with a pang of something like pain. Jin cupped Kame’s left shoulder, and with his right hand, he slowly began to lift the T-shirt; in the mirror, both their eyes were glued to that motion. Beneath Jin’s touch, Kame was trembling, and as the shirt lifted higher and higher, Jin could see that the taut muscles of Kame’s stomach quivered. A muscle twitched in Kame’s jaw, and he abruptly turned his head to the side and sucked in a deep breath.
“I hate you, you fucking prick,” he choked. Jin forced himself to ignore the words. With his left hand, Jin held up the T-shirt and with his right, he skimmed lightly back down and began to trace very gentle patterns over the trembling torso. The raging hard-on he’d brought into the bathroom was nearly painful now just from looking at this, what had been off-limits for so long (and still was), and he knew that Kame could feel his arousal, and he could clearly see through the tight faded jeans that clung to Kame’s slim hips and thighs, that Kame shared it as well.
“Just relax,” Jin said, in anything but a relaxed voice, and Kame made another choked, disbelieving sound in response which ended in a sharp gasp and a hard shudder as Jin flicked at Kame’s nipple. Touching Kame was maddening and Jin was having trouble slowing down. His right hand went down to Kame’s belt which he frantically began to undo. Two pairs of eyes watched the practiced ease with which Jin easily pulled the buckle apart and then tugged at the button and zipper until the evidence of Kame’s arousal sprang free, warm and hard in Jin’s palm.
They both stopped breathing.
Jin’s head spun and his knees were suddenly water as he stared at the sight of Kame’s beautiful torso and erection bared to both their eyes in the mirror. Jin forced himself to take a breath.
“How could…” Jin trailed off and swallowed. “Fuck, Kazu-chan. How could I forget how fucking beautiful you are...”
Kame was shaking his head and trembling, his entire body vibrating against Jin, and his face twisted.
“Jin,” he mumbled in a small voice, his voice hitching. That sound drove Jin crazy, and he fastened one hand on Kame’s left hip to anchor him in place and he thrust against Kame from behind, knowing that Kame must feel how hard he was. He then brought that hand up and stroked one nipple with his forefingers, enjoying the silken texture spring into a hard point, and turning his head slightly, Jin pressed his lips into Kame’s hair.
“Kazu-chan,” he breathed. “I want-” The hand that held Kame’s hard length tightened and began to move. “I want-”
There was only the sound of their breathing for long seconds as Jin’s hand moved over him, stroking, hot skin to hot skin, firmly with a practiced touch. Then-
“Jin-“
“Shhhh,” Jin replied absently, totally lost in the sensations that were flooding through him, arousal growing in waves. He watched Kame through half-lidded eyes and he bit his lip, wanting more than this, more, just more.
“Jin, I need-“ Kame’s voice faltered to a stop, and Jin re-focused on Kame's face in the mirror and saw that it was flushed and twisted and that Kame’s full lips trembled. Jin’s hand slowed its rhythmic motion, and Kame stretched one hand down to loosen Jin’s fingers. Slowly he turned and just looked. Jin’s breath wheezed to a stop from the scorching heat in Kame’s dark chocolate eyes.
And then Kame reached up and pulled Jin’s mouth down to his own.
There was nothing gentle in Kame’s fingers that slid against his scalp or in the mouth that savaged his own. It was a hungry kiss, hard and bruising at first, and Jin responded in kind, two mouths striving against one another, tongue, teeth and lips in a snarled, complicated, vicious dance. The harsh sound of their breathing echoed loudly in Jin’s ears, and he felt the nervousness again flood through him as Kame pulled him closer, a fistful of Jin’s low-necked t-shirt clutched in one hand, while his elbow curved around Jin’s neck, dragging him down. Jin somehow managed to turn them slightly, and then with a hasty momentum, propelled Kame backward until his back slammed into the wall.
Jin licked at the inside of the mouth beneath his, Kame’s tongue sliding against his warm and eager and fuck! Kame’s left hand was at his hips, loosening the snaps on his cargo pants, but he didn’t go any further than to push them just slightly further down on his hips. Kame pulled him closer and Jin whimpered into Kame’s open, wanton mouth as he felt Kame’s small hand sliding into the back of his trousers, beneath the black D&Gs, skin against skin as the hand curved against him. Jin gasped, and wrenched his mouth away, resting his forehead against Kame’s, his forearms braced against the wall on either side of Kame’s head and he just sucked in air in a wild effort to control himself.
“This is so fucked up,” he heard someone say. It was a while before he realized it was his own voice that he’d heard; Kame’s chuckle near his ear grounded him and brought him back to his senses. The small hand had not stopped its teasing journey, dipping down to lightly caress the valley between his buttocks, and always pulling him closer and closer. Kame pressed his own hips against Jin, and Jin wanted to cry from the friction. He pulled back abruptly, yanking loose from Kame’s touch and stepping back to provide a little breathing room between them.
They stared at each for a moment, panting. And then Jin watched as Kame slowly licked his lips, the pink tongue sweeping across his mouth and he drew the back of one hand across, tracing the path that his glistening tongue had made-
Something white-hot flared in the back of Jin’s head. He knew he was making some kind of unintelligible sound, but he didn’t care anymore. He reached up over his shoulders and pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head. When he had dropped the t-shirt from indifferent fingers, he watched as Kame followed suit, and there was suddenly an expanse of golden muscled torso that made Jin’s fingers itch to touch and touch and-
And then he was on his knees, frantic hands tight on Kame's sharp hips, and he hesitated for only a second before he wantonly laved the head of Kame's length with his tongue and then took it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard, his own heart pounding from the excitement that coursed through him. He was rewarded by a piteous moan from Kame that sounded like he was in pain, but Jin didn't relent his assault. Kame flung his head back and whimpered beneath Jin's talented mouth, his hands deep in Jin's hair.
"Oh god, I hate you," Kame panted.
Jin ignored him. He'd never been so hard in his entire life. He wanted to break Kame open, he wanted Kame to break him wide open and he didn't care if he died, if only he could just have this release and wring it from the body beneath his hands and mouth. He almost didn't realize that Kame was pushing at him, until finally Kame's harsh voice broke through his frenzy, and he pulled back in surprise.
Kame was staring at him with an expression Jin wasn't sure he'd ever seen before, and it scared him. He fell back on his heels as Kame slipped one, two, three fingers in his own mouth and it was a few seconds before Jin understood why. A few minutes later, Jin was against the wall, his face pressed against one arm braced in front of him and Kame was behind him, one hand tight on his hip and Jin swallowed convusively and tried to relax against the intrusion. His throat was tight and his chest was tight and he was buzzing as though he was filled with a swarm of angry bees, and Kame was so hot pressed against him as his fingers worked inside Jin, striking at just the right spot, making him blind with ecstasy..
There were no longer any words between them. Anger had evaporated and had been replaced by something even more primal and Jin fought to bite back a scream when at long last Kame entered him, slowly, deliciously, and he could no longer breathe.Jin clawed at the wall and pressed his forehead against the cool tiles in a desperate attempt to bring his body under control, but it was too late for that. It was, quite simply, too late for anything but complete surrender.
When Jin felt Kame's hand slide under his belly and take hold of his arousal, Jin nearly lost it, bucking back against Kame and gasping and sobbing into the wall. Kame intensified his own thrusts in time with the hand that fisted Jin with practiced ease; Jin had forgotten (how the fuck could he have forgotten this?) how good Kame was at this.
It only took another two minutes, punctuated by the sound of Kame's hips smacking against him and his own unintelligible mewling before he erupted all over Kame's small hand, and then his knees gave completely away .
***
They hadn't even been gone ten minutes when they slipped back in to the living room, to sit at opposite ends of the couch, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. And Jin still heard Kame's parting words as they had both pulled themselves together.
"Don't fuck with me again."
Jin shivered.
Oh, but he wanted to. Again and again.
FIN
Sequel: The Distance to Here: NC-17, 5,839 words, September 2006
Author Note: *sigh* Hindsight is 20/20 and time and experience are great teachers. When I wrote this six months ago, I was very new to writing in this fandom, and there are definitely things I would write differently if I was writing this story now. FWIW, "Kazu-chan" is one of the things I would change. Some people love the nickname, others hate it. I just don't think it's appropriate anymore. We live and learn. [March 2007]
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Title: Driven
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
Genre: RPF, slash, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2507
A/N: Dark, angry, angsty smut.
When Kame unsteadily rose to his feet and made his way toward the bathroom, no one raised an eyebrow. They had all been drinking. But when Jin got up a few minutes later and similarly disappeared, Koki and Maru looked at each other over the gunfire of Black Hawk Down and rolled their eyes.
Jin quietly slipped into the bathroom, hoping that the movie they were all watching and the level of drunkenness in the living room was distracting enough that no one would notice their absence.
“Get out.” Kame’s voice was flat. He was at the sink, hands braced on either side, a long mirror in front of him. It wasn’t hard to see the quiver that ran through the slender body or Kame’s white-knuckled grip on either lip of the black porcelain sink..
Jin didn’t answer. To disguise the trembling of his hands, he hid them in his pockets, and he leaned back against the closed door for a long minute, his heart racing.
“You’re such a bitch,” Kame spat venomously, not looking up. Long hair shrouded his face from view, but Jin had an angle on the mirror. Kame’s face was flushed, and not from the G & Ts he’d been demurely sipping for the last two hours.
Not so demure now.
Still, Jin said nothing, but he felt the heat in his face as he struggled to control his own rising emotions.
“Did you hear me?” Kame said again, his voice strangled. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Jin tried to speak, but his voice failed. He cleared his throat.
“I don’t want to.”
Kame’s head snapped over to look at him, and Jin saw a murderous expression distorting the lovely features. “Fuck you,” Kame said unflinchingly as he met Jin’s eyes. Jin could almost feel the heat of that penetrating stare, and it propelled him to push himself away from the door, and he stepped forward. Kame flinched, and then subsided into utter stillness, his eyes still hot and angry.
Jin’s hands trembled badly when he slipped them out of his pockets, as he stood directly behind Kame who was frozen in place, his forearms rigid. Jin could see the cords of muscle standing out and the white knuckles - so he leaned forward and didn't bother with subtle. He just fastened his mouth on the juncture of Kame's neck and shoulder and sucked hard. He felt Kame jerk beneath his mouth, but he didn't care, he used his teeth and his hands and wouldn't let Kame escape.
“Fuck you,” Kame snarled, his voice angry again. Jin lifted one unsteady hand and stroked a chunk of hair back from Kame’s face, his fingertips barely touching warm skin. Jin could feel the shiver beneath his glancing touch..
“Leave me alone.” Poisonous.
Jin closed his eyes as he tightened the fingers of his other hand around Kame's arm while he licked and nipped his way up the skin of Kame’s neck. Lightly he curved his hand around the base of the slender throat and he could feel Kame swallow convulsively. He opened his eyes.
“I can’t,” Jin whispered.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Jin could see the sparks still alive in Kame’s eyes. “I hate you,” Kame said bitterly.
Jin felt his throat tighten as he heard Kame’s words, but he ignored it. Instead, he pulled at the neck of Kame’s thin t-shirt, baring one shoulder. Without a word, he slipped his hand down under the t-shirt and flicked his thumb over a nipple. Kame shuddered. Hard.
“Let go of me,” Kame said in a dead tone, but there was no resistance left in his voice. Jin pulled him back.
“Shhhh,” he soothed when Kame made a small sound of muffled protest. Jin drew Kame back insistently until he uneasily leaned against Jin’s chest.
“Shut up,” Kame said without heat.
Jin laughed, but it was a bitter sound. It had been a long time since he’d last touched Kame liked this, and he didn’t know what had possessed him tonight as he sat with his hands full of pizza. Pizza! He hadn’t even looked at Kame as he had spontaneously shifted into their old game of remote control. There was nothing overt in the game - but that was the point. Long ago they’d invented a complicated system of subtle and ordinary gestures as a sort of code for one another - as a loving tease, and a wordless promise. But it was one thing to arouse one’s lover when there was the certainty of fulfillment - it was quite another to cruelly do so to someone with whom you hadn’t exchanged a civil word in months.
At first, he wasn’t even sure Kame had noticed, until he saw the glare and the tightly clenched jaw, and he knew it was working. That was when he lost his head. He could have - and should have - stopped it there, but the rush was like he remembered, and the further he went, the harder it was to stop. The giddiness didn’t stop the nervous flutterings in his belly though.
Now, they stared at each other in the mirror, Kame’s eyes burning in murderous hate and also a kind of mute appeal that cut Jin to the core with a pang of something like pain. Jin cupped Kame’s left shoulder, and with his right hand, he slowly began to lift the T-shirt; in the mirror, both their eyes were glued to that motion. Beneath Jin’s touch, Kame was trembling, and as the shirt lifted higher and higher, Jin could see that the taut muscles of Kame’s stomach quivered. A muscle twitched in Kame’s jaw, and he abruptly turned his head to the side and sucked in a deep breath.
“I hate you, you fucking prick,” he choked. Jin forced himself to ignore the words. With his left hand, Jin held up the T-shirt and with his right, he skimmed lightly back down and began to trace very gentle patterns over the trembling torso. The raging hard-on he’d brought into the bathroom was nearly painful now just from looking at this, what had been off-limits for so long (and still was), and he knew that Kame could feel his arousal, and he could clearly see through the tight faded jeans that clung to Kame’s slim hips and thighs, that Kame shared it as well.
“Just relax,” Jin said, in anything but a relaxed voice, and Kame made another choked, disbelieving sound in response which ended in a sharp gasp and a hard shudder as Jin flicked at Kame’s nipple. Touching Kame was maddening and Jin was having trouble slowing down. His right hand went down to Kame’s belt which he frantically began to undo. Two pairs of eyes watched the practiced ease with which Jin easily pulled the buckle apart and then tugged at the button and zipper until the evidence of Kame’s arousal sprang free, warm and hard in Jin’s palm.
They both stopped breathing.
Jin’s head spun and his knees were suddenly water as he stared at the sight of Kame’s beautiful torso and erection bared to both their eyes in the mirror. Jin forced himself to take a breath.
“How could…” Jin trailed off and swallowed. “Fuck, Kazu-chan. How could I forget how fucking beautiful you are...”
Kame was shaking his head and trembling, his entire body vibrating against Jin, and his face twisted.
“Jin,” he mumbled in a small voice, his voice hitching. That sound drove Jin crazy, and he fastened one hand on Kame’s left hip to anchor him in place and he thrust against Kame from behind, knowing that Kame must feel how hard he was. He then brought that hand up and stroked one nipple with his forefingers, enjoying the silken texture spring into a hard point, and turning his head slightly, Jin pressed his lips into Kame’s hair.
“Kazu-chan,” he breathed. “I want-” The hand that held Kame’s hard length tightened and began to move. “I want-”
There was only the sound of their breathing for long seconds as Jin’s hand moved over him, stroking, hot skin to hot skin, firmly with a practiced touch. Then-
“Jin-“
“Shhhh,” Jin replied absently, totally lost in the sensations that were flooding through him, arousal growing in waves. He watched Kame through half-lidded eyes and he bit his lip, wanting more than this, more, just more.
“Jin, I need-“ Kame’s voice faltered to a stop, and Jin re-focused on Kame's face in the mirror and saw that it was flushed and twisted and that Kame’s full lips trembled. Jin’s hand slowed its rhythmic motion, and Kame stretched one hand down to loosen Jin’s fingers. Slowly he turned and just looked. Jin’s breath wheezed to a stop from the scorching heat in Kame’s dark chocolate eyes.
And then Kame reached up and pulled Jin’s mouth down to his own.
There was nothing gentle in Kame’s fingers that slid against his scalp or in the mouth that savaged his own. It was a hungry kiss, hard and bruising at first, and Jin responded in kind, two mouths striving against one another, tongue, teeth and lips in a snarled, complicated, vicious dance. The harsh sound of their breathing echoed loudly in Jin’s ears, and he felt the nervousness again flood through him as Kame pulled him closer, a fistful of Jin’s low-necked t-shirt clutched in one hand, while his elbow curved around Jin’s neck, dragging him down. Jin somehow managed to turn them slightly, and then with a hasty momentum, propelled Kame backward until his back slammed into the wall.
Jin licked at the inside of the mouth beneath his, Kame’s tongue sliding against his warm and eager and fuck! Kame’s left hand was at his hips, loosening the snaps on his cargo pants, but he didn’t go any further than to push them just slightly further down on his hips. Kame pulled him closer and Jin whimpered into Kame’s open, wanton mouth as he felt Kame’s small hand sliding into the back of his trousers, beneath the black D&Gs, skin against skin as the hand curved against him. Jin gasped, and wrenched his mouth away, resting his forehead against Kame’s, his forearms braced against the wall on either side of Kame’s head and he just sucked in air in a wild effort to control himself.
“This is so fucked up,” he heard someone say. It was a while before he realized it was his own voice that he’d heard; Kame’s chuckle near his ear grounded him and brought him back to his senses. The small hand had not stopped its teasing journey, dipping down to lightly caress the valley between his buttocks, and always pulling him closer and closer. Kame pressed his own hips against Jin, and Jin wanted to cry from the friction. He pulled back abruptly, yanking loose from Kame’s touch and stepping back to provide a little breathing room between them.
They stared at each for a moment, panting. And then Jin watched as Kame slowly licked his lips, the pink tongue sweeping across his mouth and he drew the back of one hand across, tracing the path that his glistening tongue had made-
Something white-hot flared in the back of Jin’s head. He knew he was making some kind of unintelligible sound, but he didn’t care anymore. He reached up over his shoulders and pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head. When he had dropped the t-shirt from indifferent fingers, he watched as Kame followed suit, and there was suddenly an expanse of golden muscled torso that made Jin’s fingers itch to touch and touch and-
And then he was on his knees, frantic hands tight on Kame's sharp hips, and he hesitated for only a second before he wantonly laved the head of Kame's length with his tongue and then took it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard, his own heart pounding from the excitement that coursed through him. He was rewarded by a piteous moan from Kame that sounded like he was in pain, but Jin didn't relent his assault. Kame flung his head back and whimpered beneath Jin's talented mouth, his hands deep in Jin's hair.
"Oh god, I hate you," Kame panted.
Jin ignored him. He'd never been so hard in his entire life. He wanted to break Kame open, he wanted Kame to break him wide open and he didn't care if he died, if only he could just have this release and wring it from the body beneath his hands and mouth. He almost didn't realize that Kame was pushing at him, until finally Kame's harsh voice broke through his frenzy, and he pulled back in surprise.
Kame was staring at him with an expression Jin wasn't sure he'd ever seen before, and it scared him. He fell back on his heels as Kame slipped one, two, three fingers in his own mouth and it was a few seconds before Jin understood why. A few minutes later, Jin was against the wall, his face pressed against one arm braced in front of him and Kame was behind him, one hand tight on his hip and Jin swallowed convusively and tried to relax against the intrusion. His throat was tight and his chest was tight and he was buzzing as though he was filled with a swarm of angry bees, and Kame was so hot pressed against him as his fingers worked inside Jin, striking at just the right spot, making him blind with ecstasy..
There were no longer any words between them. Anger had evaporated and had been replaced by something even more primal and Jin fought to bite back a scream when at long last Kame entered him, slowly, deliciously, and he could no longer breathe.Jin clawed at the wall and pressed his forehead against the cool tiles in a desperate attempt to bring his body under control, but it was too late for that. It was, quite simply, too late for anything but complete surrender.
When Jin felt Kame's hand slide under his belly and take hold of his arousal, Jin nearly lost it, bucking back against Kame and gasping and sobbing into the wall. Kame intensified his own thrusts in time with the hand that fisted Jin with practiced ease; Jin had forgotten (how the fuck could he have forgotten this?) how good Kame was at this.
It only took another two minutes, punctuated by the sound of Kame's hips smacking against him and his own unintelligible mewling before he erupted all over Kame's small hand, and then his knees gave completely away .
***
They hadn't even been gone ten minutes when they slipped back in to the living room, to sit at opposite ends of the couch, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. And Jin still heard Kame's parting words as they had both pulled themselves together.
"Don't fuck with me again."
Jin shivered.
Oh, but he wanted to. Again and again.
FIN
Sequel: The Distance to Here: NC-17, 5,839 words, September 2006
Author Note: *sigh* Hindsight is 20/20 and time and experience are great teachers. When I wrote this six months ago, I was very new to writing in this fandom, and there are definitely things I would write differently if I was writing this story now. FWIW, "Kazu-chan" is one of the things I would change. Some people love the nickname, others hate it. I just don't think it's appropriate anymore. We live and learn. [March 2007]
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