[fic] It's not Really a Fetish／Focal Length {デュラララ!!: Masaomi/Mikado; R／G}
F-list Christmas special - lame excuse is lame for the de-anoning I'm about to do. XD This will be cross-posted when I'm done with this snowball effect okay...so if any of you have actually read the draft on the actual kink meme, you'll know when to expect the next two parts to come out. XD Wondering if I should start on ff.net yet...
Both are, of course, written for the Durarara!! kink meme, the prompt being "Mikado, due to excessive computer screen staring, now needs to wear glasses. Kida is extremely turned on by this, and goes somewhere private with Mikado's stolen glasses to masturbate, and only returns the glasses after school, claiming he 'found' it."
Whoever you are, OP!anon, I love you eternally for requesting megane!Mikado, because he is so much love. ///
Anyways, onwards to the first two fills, where I'm stupid enough to come up with Mikado's POV (the second one) before getting a reply from OP about it being from Kida's POV.
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: R
Pairings: Masaomi x Mikado
Story Type: One-shot
Summary: He's not sure when he's developed a glasses fetish-if he can call it that at all.
Disclaimer: Durarara!! is the intellectual property of Narita Ryougo.
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Vague sex is vague.
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"Haa..."
Kida tries to stifle his voice as much as possible even if the stall he's in is one of the more isolated ones from the rest of the school. He can't risk anyone, especially you-know-who, walking in on him doing this. It'll totally tarnish his reputation.
He's not sure when he's developed a glasses fetish. Sure, he's always known he prefers his ideal partner to be of the cute type, with a nice figure, a wonderful personality, and in general just someone he can be comfortable with. No doubt a lot of people qualify his simple requirements, but now it seems like he won't be interested unless they wear glasses. He blames Mikado for this turn of events, because it significantly narrows down the number of chicks he can pick up. Contact lenses, unfortunately, are more common these days, and everyone goes for aesthetics.
Not Mikado though; he goes for the more economically conventional route.
Kida likes that. It's convenient too.
His best friend isn't aware of how pretty he is, and he finds it a shame, because that pair of glasses Mikado recently purchased is a most delicious addition. Mikado suddenly looks older and more sophisticated compared to his gracile features without the black rectangular frames, and Masaomi would be lying if he says he's not turned on by that.
Which is precisely why he's in this predicament now, huddled in a cramped school washroom stall, trying to get rid of his hard-on within the few minutes left of his break. In his left hand is the culprit, and Kida can't believe it when he first borrows it (not stolen, only borrowed when Mikado isn't looking) that the glasses carry a hint of Mikado's faint cologne.
That's enough to send him over the edge already.
In an ideal world that exists in his mind only (so far), this is when Mikado gives up his dignity and cries, squeezing him down there with just the right amount of pressure. Mikado would loop his arms around his neck, fumbling with kisses because he's too distracted by the dual pleasure, and Kida's face would knock against glasses that he insists Mikado should wear even during sex.
But as it's still very much the real world, Masaomi can only tighten his fist to imitate his fantasy and for the next few minutes after his orgasm, he leans against the stall wall, regaining his breath. The glasses clatter to the floor beside him.
The bell rings and he scrambles to his feet even if he's still a little wobbly, quickly wiping off any evidence that will give him away. All that's left is to return the glasses to their rightful owner as if nothing happened, and he's a master of doing so. It's a good thing they don't share any classes, because he gets to keep them close for a while longer.
After school, he creeps up on Mikado on tiptoes. "Mi~ka~do! Guess what I found!"
"Gah! Masaomi, don't do that!" Relief floods the brunet's face after he calms down and retrieves his glasses from Kida. "Masaomi, what is this weird white-"
He does a little flail to sidetrack his best friend. "Mikado, help me with History, I have a test in two days~"
"But-"
"I'll treat you to ice-cream!"
"You mean you're going to pick up girls."
"No way, Mikado~ You know I don't do it that often anymore, not after you-" He catches himself in time. "-what happened last time! I've learned my lesson, so help me this time~"
Mikado gives him an appraising look, as if surveying the sincerity of his words. "All right, Masaomi, no funny business though."
Later, when they do go get ice-cream, and they do bump into pretty people wearing glasses, Masaomi doesn't pay any attention, because he's distracted by the way Mikado is licking his vanilla cone. It's right to blame his newfound fetish on Mikado-although, he doesn't think he can call it as a fetish anymore, not when he's only fixated on his best friend.
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: Oh Masaomi, you have it bad. I wish I can give you a happy ending sometimes. :/
Genre: Humour
Rating: G
Pairings: Masaomi x Mikado
Story Type: One-shot
Summary: Wearing glasses has its pros and cons.
Disclaimer: Durarara!! is the intellectual property of Narita Ryougo.
Spoilers: None.
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It's rare, but not unheard of, for Mikado to show up on some school days with a wrinkled uniform jacket and loose tie, fumbling with his messenger bag and stumbling past the school gate just a minute shy of the bell ringing. His excuses are usually not acceptable in an academic context - after all, how do you make your teachers understand your position as a gang leader, let alone it's a gang that tries to avoid trouble (but gets into messes anyway), and that you've just spent a good chunk of your night monitoring your people? No teacher would buy that excuse, and he'd be lucky if he's not sent to see a rehabilitation facility soon.
Being leader, however, meant sacrificing something personal. It's not the lack of sleep that Mikado grows weary of, but the fact that he has to save a few months' worth of money to get an optometrist appointment, because the chalkboard in class keeps getting blurrier and blurrier every day. When he gets back his prescription, he's not as shocked since he's already resigned himself to the worst. So what more are a few more thousand yens for a pair of rectangular, black-rimmed glasses?
It certainly makes a difference in his life. His glasses aren't exactly light, despite the plasticity in touch. Sometimes he forgets to take them off before he sleeps, or before he washes his face. He's not used to the constant pressure on the bridge of his nose and at the backs of his ears, but it's oh so glorious to finally see things clearly again.
The downside to all this, Mikado grimaces, is that he finds a few more heads turning to his direction. He doesn't like being at the centre of attention; he's the type to work more easily and comfortably in the background.
Unfortunately, Masaomi is one of them.
More often than not, he'd catch his best friend staring at him for a little too long. Mikado notices a pattern; it usually starts with the sharp averting of Masaomi's eyes and a light blush before the blond rushes headlong into a ramble, from weather to schoolwork (the last thing Masaomi would talk about is his homework, it's a sign of desperation to hide his embarrassment, isn't it, Mikado muses), and ends with him being confused because he'd have absolutely no idea what just happened.
But it's Masaomi, so it's to be expected, and Mikado drops the issue.
Until he notices another problem.
Its occurrence is far apart at first, maybe once every two or three weeks, a month if he's lucky. But when his glasses start to disappear more frequently, sometimes to the point of missing for a few days, he starts to get a little worried. It's not like him to leave things behind and then forget about them, so he figures it must be someone playing a prank on him. They must think it's funny for him to squint in class, or ask the teacher for permission to sit in the front every single period, or-okay, his memory isn't that horrible, is it?
So he visits the optometrist again, asking for a prescription for contact lenses. When he puts them on for the first time, he curses and jinxes every possible hex he knows the person who took his glasses, because oh my god these contacts aren't co-operating at all.
Come Monday morning, and he wakes up an hour earlier to wrestle the contact lenses into his eyes with three hours of sleep. Obviously, Sunday nights have to be when people are the most restless - don't people ever sleep in Ikebukuro? He brings his glasses case with him just in case his pair miraculously turns up, and he rushes off to school because he can't possibly be late on the first day of the week.
Much to his disappointment, his glasses aren't on his desk, and his eyes are irritating him to no end - thanks, lack of sleep and internet. His face seems to be permanently drawn into a frown, to the point of like a scowl that even Sonohara-san asks him if everything's all right.
During break, nothing out of the ordinary happens, and he eats his lunch with Sonohara-san because for some reason Masaomi is nowhere to be found. The blond is rather elusive these days...
"Ryuugamine-kun!"
The voice of Sonohara-san draws him back to the present to find the rice of his onigiri tumbling down from his hands.
"Is something bothering you?"
"No, not really..."
"Is it because Kida-kun isn't here?"
Mikado chokes. Is he being overly apparent? "No, not at all, Sonohara-san! Your company's great...!" He does a little flail, struggling to find the right combination of words and intonation to get his message across.
Sonohara-san smiles a little, understanding Mikado's awkwardness.
"I guess I'm a little bothered about my glasses, they've been missing for a while now. I was hoping that whoever found them would return them but I guess not..."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Mikado sees Sonohara-san start, but before he can ask, she's already putting away her lunch and mumbling, "Don't worry about your glasses, Ryuugamine-kun, they'll turn up soon."
Does Sonohara-san have some spy network going on?
The bell rings, and Mikado is forced to push the question to the back of his mind in favour of coping with his itchy eyes and far away blackboard.
Fourth, fifth, and sixth period go by with no progress. He's about to give up when Kida pops up beside him at his locker with an exuberant expression on his face.
"Mi~ka~do! Guess what I found on the fourth floor boy's washroom!"
The brunet's a little confused, since he's never been anywhere above the third floor, so he chalks it up to pranksters who have too much time on their hands. He's just happy to see his pair of glasses sitting flat on Masaomi's palm. The lenses need some cleaning-there are a lot of fingerprint smudges, a few droplets of water, and what is that? Mikado squints closer. Is that-
"Masaomi, is this what I think it is-"
"Did you hear about the new crêpe shop opening at Sunshine Sixty? Let's go try it out, Mikado, Anri-chan!"
Sonohara-san politely declines with a mysterious smile on her face, and before Mikado can protest and inquire further about exactly what Kida was doing in the fourth floor washroom, the blond is off and talking about his latest conquest (failure).
Mikado sighs. This is one of those things he just has to overlook because it's Masaomi, isn't it?
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: I'm sure you can interrogate him later, Mikado, if you catch my drift. /shot