Fanfiction: KazuYa
Title: Perhaps it was a Dream
Author: Keena
Pairing(s): KazuYa
Warnings/Rating: R for wet dreams and a hand-job.
Notes: Don’t ask - It was just an idea pushed into my heads by TeniMuses. Oh and, I’m so sorry for doing this to you, Takuya!
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with these people and they belong to their respective managements.
Takuya hasn't had a good night's rest lately. He's blamed it on nerves, on not eating three meals a day, and on a demanding schedule. None of those, however, will explain why he dreams of such ... things ..., waking up sweaty, sticky, and in dire need of a shower. He even moved back to his own apartment this week to avoid catching Kazuki's attention and embarrassing himself.
He was careful when choosing his words to explain to Kazuki why he had to go back home for a while. Takuya knew that Kazuki was very observant and can be clingy if one doesn't give him a good enough response.
Takuya simply said, "I need to check up on things at home for a while. You'll be fine without me, Kazuki!"
Takuya had thought about various methods to get rid of his little problem. He thought that sleeping pills would probably give him a "good night's rest", but he didn't want to risk behavioral problems that he couldn't control. He thought about seeing a doctor, but that would cause a lot of stress with his management, and Kazuki would sure be on his case about it.
*~*~*~
“Nngh … more …”
Panting, moaning, an occasional demand or two filled the dimly lit room. Sweating combined with the slap of bodies - sex definitely filled the atmosphere.
One of them was closer to the edge than the other - but they couldn’t tell their partner. They wanted them to keep going - more, harder, bring them even closer; they were shuddering, shivering, sweating… just a little more.
”Kazuki !”
*~*~*~
Takuya shot up and opened his bedside light. He buried his face in his palms and tried to catch his breath. He thought back on his dream (or was it a nightmare?) as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead. He shifted his legs hesitantly and - yup; definitely wet.
“Shit …” he quietly cursed. He walked uncomfortably to the bathroom to clean himself up. He leaned over the sink, and closed his eyes. Takuya turned the faucet on and washed his face with cool water.
“What’s wrong with me?” he asked his reflection.
After a sigh, he went on about cleaning himself as best as he can, then trudging on back to his bed to try to sleep for the remainder of the night.
*~*~*~
Kazuki? Of all the names, why did it have to be that one? Takuya pondered. The one who did the yelling sounded an awful like me too…
He walked to the train station clouded by thoughts, not noticing the man who was running after him.
“Takuya!”
Ugh, there’s that voice again. It’s yelling my name now.
“Takuya!”
That sounds like Kazuki … no… I can’t think about this now!
Takuya continued to walk even faster.
A hand came upon his shoulder, stopping him.
“Are you avoiding me?” a familiar voice asked. Takuya’s eyed opened wider and turned around.
“H-hi, Kazuki…” Takuya said trying to appear with as much innocence as possible. He even put on one of his most convincing smiles. Kazuki looked his friend over with a sharp eye.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked again.
“I… uh… not really …” Takuya stammered, trying not to think about the dream.
“Come home with me tonight. You’re looking pale, Takuya,” Kazuki said in a worried tone. Takuya turned away, looking hesitant.
“I’m… not sure, Kazuki. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like staying with you, but you know …I’m not too confident in handling …” Takuya rambled and trailed off. Kazuki cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Takuya stiffened in Kazuki’s arms, not knowing how to respond; his head was still clouded with thoughts of his dream.
“Just stay with me tonight. You don’t look so well, I’m worried about you,” Kazuki said quietly. Takuya let out a sigh and then slowly nodded. If there was anyone in the world that could understand him, Kazuki was the one …
…right?
*~*~*~
Takuya was uneasy throughout the day. His dream was bothering him and the fact that he was staying over Kazuki’s place wasn’t really helping. His manager expressed her concern for her [1] concern for his condition and asked if he wanted to cut things short today.
“That … would be great,” Takuya answered honestly.
His manager pardoned him from the rest of the meetings that afternoon - reassuring him that she’ll make all decisions flexible enough for changes.
“Take it easy!” she called as she closed the door of Kazuki’s apartment. She was one of those managers that just have to make sure her ill clients got home safely.
Takuya smiled as he grabbed a blanket and pillow from the bedroom. He carried those items to the couch and lied himself down, spreading the blanket over and around himself. He cuddled to the pillow he brought and quickly felt the drowsiness flood over him. Takuya closed his tired eyes, hoping to get a good rest.
*~*~*~
“Nngh … harder, please!”
“As you say …”
The body behind him made their thrusts sharper, pushing in and out in more rugged rhythms.
He gasped, panted, whimpered, trying so hard not to cry out as he felt the penetrating organ brush that spot.
A gasp escaped his lips as the person penetrating him wrapped their hand around the base of his cock and started to pump him slowly.
”I’m… c-clo-se,” he managed to whisper.
“I can tell,” a smug voice answered back.
Another gasp escaped his lips; he shuddered and shivered, contracting on the cock inside him.
“Kazuki…” he moaned out. “Just a little more …”
His eyes opened wide as his seed came spilling onto the hand that ---
*~*~*~
Takuya’s eyes opened wide to the dimming Tokyo sunset and sat up - just to bonk heads with a Kazuki that was watching him intently with a damp face towel that was intended to wipe away the beads of sweat from his feverish self.
“Are you okay?” Kazuki asked as he rubbed his sore forehead.
“Y-yeah…” Takuya mumbled, putting a hand over the spot on his head where the pain was sinking in.
“You are no way near “okay”, Takuya,” Kazuki said firmly. “I heard you sleep-talking. Did you have a nightmare about me? I’m sure I heard you call out my name, and something about wanting more?” Kazuki looked over his younger friend who was still sweating feverishly.
“Come on, go to the bedroom. It’s not healthy to stay here in the living room. The door’s constantly opening and closing, and the couch is right next to the window and -“
“…but where will you sleep, Kazuki?” Takuya asked. He knows how motherly Kazuki can get, but he has to take care of himself too.
“I’ll spread out the back-up futon on the floor next to the bed,” Kazuki said simply.
“All right then…” returned the younger one cautiously.
*~*~*~
Not too long after, Takuya found himself settled on Kazuki’s comfy bed with bottles of water on the bedside table, the window closed, and the alarm clock turned off. Kazuki was in the kitchen cooking ramen for the both of them.
Takuya reached over and turned the nearby radio on; hopefully the radio had some thing good on to take his mind off of his mishaps that day. He took one of the water bottles from the bedside table and took a sip. He sighed as the cool liquid slid down his throat. Feeling drowsy once again, he squirmed around the bed, trying to find the perfect spot.
He fell asleep not too quickly after getting settled.
*~*~*~
Takuya tried to open his eyes. He was feeling feverish; his whole body was shivering from the mix of cool Tokyo air, the warmness of the bed he was on, the heat gathering in his groin area, the natural body heat given off by his body...
…And the body on top of him.
“Nngh … What’s … going -“ he let out a gasp as he felt a cool breeze rush over his torso. Was his shirt off? He tried to move his hands, tried to open his eyes, but he only saw darkness with a hint of green - seemingly like he was blindfolded, and his hands were in a tight grip above his head. He tried to kick his legs, trying desperately to find something, anything, to prove that this was just another dream, because it was,
… Wasn’t it?
“Shh Takuya, stop kicking…” he heard Kazuki’s voice whisper close to his ear.
“Kazuki?” he whimpered, “What’s going on…?”
“Think of this as … medicine for your fever,” he heard a hint of slyness in Kazuki’s voice.
He hissed when he felt a cold hand on his bare belly.
“Sorry …” whispered Kazuki. “You trust me, right?” Takuya could only nod.
“All right then, let’s get you … treated,” he tensed at the sound of Kazuki’s smug voice.
Takuya whimpered when he felt the palm of Kazuki’s hand land gently on the tenting bulge of his thin pajama pants.
“Ah… so this is where the problem has been…” Takuya could have sworn Kazuki’s voice went down a couple octaves.
Whimpers turned into soft moans as Kazuki rubbed and patted around the now-tented bulge.
“That should be good,” Kazuki said softly. He placed his hand on one side of Takuya’s narrow hip, his thumb slipping under the waistband of the pajamas and tugged them down. Takuya whimpered, but still willed his body to stay still. He trusted Kazuki, and this was a way of getting back restful nights, right?
He tensed as he felt the cool breeze blow over his exposed arousal.
“Relax, Takuya…” Kazuki whispered. He wrapped his guitar-calloused fingers around Takuya’s base. Takuya gasped and Kazuki gave him the first, slow pump; stopping right under the head, and brushing the pad of his thumb across the head of Takuya’s cock, smearing the beading semen around the head, before going back down and giving him another pump.
Speed and pressure varied as Kazuki tried to find the right combination to bring Takuya the most pleasure.
Takuya gasped and moaned, whimpered and shuddered, panted and squirmed. His cock was begging for more, a little more pressure, a little faster, something to push him over the edge already.
The small part of his brain that wasn’t clouded by pleasure was embarrassed. He probably looked weak, wanton, bare - the very definition of the word, uke.
“Kazuki… please, hurry,” he begged, beginning to thrust in and out of Kazuki’s fist, helping to relieve the tension.
“As you say…” he heard his friend whisper.
Kazuki put his calloused fingers to work, teasing the tip of Takuya’s cock, their roughness rubbing up and down his shaft, and his overall grip tightening. Takuya whimpered and panted even faster. His sobs and sniffling coming stronger and louder.
“Ka-Kazuki..!” Takuya sobbed, feeling the feverish heat rise even higher.
Kazuki did not respond. He kissed the sensitive spots on Takuya’s neck, hoping to distract him a little bit, as well as add just a tad bit more pleasure. Takuya’s thrusts were getting uneven and rugged, desperately trying to find release. Kazuki noticed how much of Takuya’s seed had already been milked out by his pumps - Takuya’s shaft now slick with his own semen.
“Nngh…!!” Takuya gave one last thrust; Kazuki felt hot globs of liquid spill onto his hand. Takuya felt the heat slowly leave him, making him tired and sleepy. Kazuki’s hand was still fisted around his cock, delivering slower, more careful pumps as the hardened flesh softened, milking out the very last of his seed. Takuya fell back to sleep again.
*~*~*~
Takuya slowly opened his eyes as he felt a cool wash cloth being dabbed around his forehead and over his cheek bones. His vision was fuzzy and his body ached a little. The wash cloth was taken away; he heard the clinking of ice cubes and the water that wrung from the wash cloth.
He let out a small sound when the wash cloth came back on his neck this time, surprised by the sudden cold.
“Are you awake now?” he heard Kazuki’s voice say.
“Y-yeah…” he said cautiously. His vision slowly adjusted to the light that was in the room. “What time is it?” he asked.
“Almost midnight,” Kazuki replied, putting the wash cloth back into the bowl of ice-cold water.
“Oh,” Maybe I shouldn’t mention it, since he isn’t acting any different… It was a dream anyway, right? Ah well, it’ll be kind of awkward to talk about…”Are you sleeping soon?” he asked Kazuki.
“That was my plan, why? Are you hungry?”
Takuya gave him a shake of the head as a response.
“Sleep here tonight, Kazuki!” Takuya patted the space beside him on the bed with his best bright smile, shaking off all thoughts of Kazuki giving him a hand-job; looking as innocent as he can.
Kazuki looked his friend over before giving him a smile.
“All right then, scoot over,” ordered Kazuki. Takuya happily complied. Kazuki took off his glasses [2] and placed them on the bedside table next to the water bottles and then slipped under the covers next to Takuya.
“Come here then,” he was lying on his side. Takuya squirmed over and wrapped his arms around Kazuki’s waist - cuddling to him. Kazuki let out a small chuckle and wrapped an arm around Takuya’s shoulder; his other arm tucked underneath his pillow.
“Oyasumi, Kazuki! Thanks for taking care of me…” Takuya said.
“Oyasumi…” Kazuki returned.
You’re so cute when you beg and moan like that, Takuya… but you won’t hear that from me until … maybe later, Kazuki thought before drifting off to sleep.
*Owari.
A/N:
[1] I don’t know if Takuya’s manager is a girl, but it seems more fitting that it’s a female for that situation, right?
[2] I read somewhere [or maybe it was in one of the MabeRaj segments] that Kazuki depends heavily on his glasses and contacts because he has really bad vision.
Comments are loved!
Author: Keena
Pairing(s): KazuYa
Warnings/Rating: R for wet dreams and a hand-job.
Notes: Don’t ask - It was just an idea pushed into my heads by TeniMuses. Oh and, I’m so sorry for doing this to you, Takuya!
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with these people and they belong to their respective managements.
Takuya hasn't had a good night's rest lately. He's blamed it on nerves, on not eating three meals a day, and on a demanding schedule. None of those, however, will explain why he dreams of such ... things ..., waking up sweaty, sticky, and in dire need of a shower. He even moved back to his own apartment this week to avoid catching Kazuki's attention and embarrassing himself.
He was careful when choosing his words to explain to Kazuki why he had to go back home for a while. Takuya knew that Kazuki was very observant and can be clingy if one doesn't give him a good enough response.
Takuya simply said, "I need to check up on things at home for a while. You'll be fine without me, Kazuki!"
Takuya had thought about various methods to get rid of his little problem. He thought that sleeping pills would probably give him a "good night's rest", but he didn't want to risk behavioral problems that he couldn't control. He thought about seeing a doctor, but that would cause a lot of stress with his management, and Kazuki would sure be on his case about it.
*~*~*~
“Nngh … more …”
Panting, moaning, an occasional demand or two filled the dimly lit room. Sweating combined with the slap of bodies - sex definitely filled the atmosphere.
One of them was closer to the edge than the other - but they couldn’t tell their partner. They wanted them to keep going - more, harder, bring them even closer; they were shuddering, shivering, sweating… just a little more.
”Kazuki !”
*~*~*~
Takuya shot up and opened his bedside light. He buried his face in his palms and tried to catch his breath. He thought back on his dream (or was it a nightmare?) as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead. He shifted his legs hesitantly and - yup; definitely wet.
“Shit …” he quietly cursed. He walked uncomfortably to the bathroom to clean himself up. He leaned over the sink, and closed his eyes. Takuya turned the faucet on and washed his face with cool water.
“What’s wrong with me?” he asked his reflection.
After a sigh, he went on about cleaning himself as best as he can, then trudging on back to his bed to try to sleep for the remainder of the night.
*~*~*~
Kazuki? Of all the names, why did it have to be that one? Takuya pondered. The one who did the yelling sounded an awful like me too…
He walked to the train station clouded by thoughts, not noticing the man who was running after him.
“Takuya!”
Ugh, there’s that voice again. It’s yelling my name now.
“Takuya!”
That sounds like Kazuki … no… I can’t think about this now!
Takuya continued to walk even faster.
A hand came upon his shoulder, stopping him.
“Are you avoiding me?” a familiar voice asked. Takuya’s eyed opened wider and turned around.
“H-hi, Kazuki…” Takuya said trying to appear with as much innocence as possible. He even put on one of his most convincing smiles. Kazuki looked his friend over with a sharp eye.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked again.
“I… uh… not really …” Takuya stammered, trying not to think about the dream.
“Come home with me tonight. You’re looking pale, Takuya,” Kazuki said in a worried tone. Takuya turned away, looking hesitant.
“I’m… not sure, Kazuki. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like staying with you, but you know …I’m not too confident in handling …” Takuya rambled and trailed off. Kazuki cut him off by pulling him into a hug. Takuya stiffened in Kazuki’s arms, not knowing how to respond; his head was still clouded with thoughts of his dream.
“Just stay with me tonight. You don’t look so well, I’m worried about you,” Kazuki said quietly. Takuya let out a sigh and then slowly nodded. If there was anyone in the world that could understand him, Kazuki was the one …
…right?
*~*~*~
Takuya was uneasy throughout the day. His dream was bothering him and the fact that he was staying over Kazuki’s place wasn’t really helping. His manager expressed her concern for her [1] concern for his condition and asked if he wanted to cut things short today.
“That … would be great,” Takuya answered honestly.
His manager pardoned him from the rest of the meetings that afternoon - reassuring him that she’ll make all decisions flexible enough for changes.
“Take it easy!” she called as she closed the door of Kazuki’s apartment. She was one of those managers that just have to make sure her ill clients got home safely.
Takuya smiled as he grabbed a blanket and pillow from the bedroom. He carried those items to the couch and lied himself down, spreading the blanket over and around himself. He cuddled to the pillow he brought and quickly felt the drowsiness flood over him. Takuya closed his tired eyes, hoping to get a good rest.
*~*~*~
“Nngh … harder, please!”
“As you say …”
The body behind him made their thrusts sharper, pushing in and out in more rugged rhythms.
He gasped, panted, whimpered, trying so hard not to cry out as he felt the penetrating organ brush that spot.
A gasp escaped his lips as the person penetrating him wrapped their hand around the base of his cock and started to pump him slowly.
”I’m… c-clo-se,” he managed to whisper.
“I can tell,” a smug voice answered back.
Another gasp escaped his lips; he shuddered and shivered, contracting on the cock inside him.
“Kazuki…” he moaned out. “Just a little more …”
His eyes opened wide as his seed came spilling onto the hand that ---
*~*~*~
Takuya’s eyes opened wide to the dimming Tokyo sunset and sat up - just to bonk heads with a Kazuki that was watching him intently with a damp face towel that was intended to wipe away the beads of sweat from his feverish self.
“Are you okay?” Kazuki asked as he rubbed his sore forehead.
“Y-yeah…” Takuya mumbled, putting a hand over the spot on his head where the pain was sinking in.
“You are no way near “okay”, Takuya,” Kazuki said firmly. “I heard you sleep-talking. Did you have a nightmare about me? I’m sure I heard you call out my name, and something about wanting more?” Kazuki looked over his younger friend who was still sweating feverishly.
“Come on, go to the bedroom. It’s not healthy to stay here in the living room. The door’s constantly opening and closing, and the couch is right next to the window and -“
“…but where will you sleep, Kazuki?” Takuya asked. He knows how motherly Kazuki can get, but he has to take care of himself too.
“I’ll spread out the back-up futon on the floor next to the bed,” Kazuki said simply.
“All right then…” returned the younger one cautiously.
*~*~*~
Not too long after, Takuya found himself settled on Kazuki’s comfy bed with bottles of water on the bedside table, the window closed, and the alarm clock turned off. Kazuki was in the kitchen cooking ramen for the both of them.
Takuya reached over and turned the nearby radio on; hopefully the radio had some thing good on to take his mind off of his mishaps that day. He took one of the water bottles from the bedside table and took a sip. He sighed as the cool liquid slid down his throat. Feeling drowsy once again, he squirmed around the bed, trying to find the perfect spot.
He fell asleep not too quickly after getting settled.
*~*~*~
Takuya tried to open his eyes. He was feeling feverish; his whole body was shivering from the mix of cool Tokyo air, the warmness of the bed he was on, the heat gathering in his groin area, the natural body heat given off by his body...
…And the body on top of him.
“Nngh … What’s … going -“ he let out a gasp as he felt a cool breeze rush over his torso. Was his shirt off? He tried to move his hands, tried to open his eyes, but he only saw darkness with a hint of green - seemingly like he was blindfolded, and his hands were in a tight grip above his head. He tried to kick his legs, trying desperately to find something, anything, to prove that this was just another dream, because it was,
… Wasn’t it?
“Shh Takuya, stop kicking…” he heard Kazuki’s voice whisper close to his ear.
“Kazuki?” he whimpered, “What’s going on…?”
“Think of this as … medicine for your fever,” he heard a hint of slyness in Kazuki’s voice.
He hissed when he felt a cold hand on his bare belly.
“Sorry …” whispered Kazuki. “You trust me, right?” Takuya could only nod.
“All right then, let’s get you … treated,” he tensed at the sound of Kazuki’s smug voice.
Takuya whimpered when he felt the palm of Kazuki’s hand land gently on the tenting bulge of his thin pajama pants.
“Ah… so this is where the problem has been…” Takuya could have sworn Kazuki’s voice went down a couple octaves.
Whimpers turned into soft moans as Kazuki rubbed and patted around the now-tented bulge.
“That should be good,” Kazuki said softly. He placed his hand on one side of Takuya’s narrow hip, his thumb slipping under the waistband of the pajamas and tugged them down. Takuya whimpered, but still willed his body to stay still. He trusted Kazuki, and this was a way of getting back restful nights, right?
He tensed as he felt the cool breeze blow over his exposed arousal.
“Relax, Takuya…” Kazuki whispered. He wrapped his guitar-calloused fingers around Takuya’s base. Takuya gasped and Kazuki gave him the first, slow pump; stopping right under the head, and brushing the pad of his thumb across the head of Takuya’s cock, smearing the beading semen around the head, before going back down and giving him another pump.
Speed and pressure varied as Kazuki tried to find the right combination to bring Takuya the most pleasure.
Takuya gasped and moaned, whimpered and shuddered, panted and squirmed. His cock was begging for more, a little more pressure, a little faster, something to push him over the edge already.
The small part of his brain that wasn’t clouded by pleasure was embarrassed. He probably looked weak, wanton, bare - the very definition of the word, uke.
“Kazuki… please, hurry,” he begged, beginning to thrust in and out of Kazuki’s fist, helping to relieve the tension.
“As you say…” he heard his friend whisper.
Kazuki put his calloused fingers to work, teasing the tip of Takuya’s cock, their roughness rubbing up and down his shaft, and his overall grip tightening. Takuya whimpered and panted even faster. His sobs and sniffling coming stronger and louder.
“Ka-Kazuki..!” Takuya sobbed, feeling the feverish heat rise even higher.
Kazuki did not respond. He kissed the sensitive spots on Takuya’s neck, hoping to distract him a little bit, as well as add just a tad bit more pleasure. Takuya’s thrusts were getting uneven and rugged, desperately trying to find release. Kazuki noticed how much of Takuya’s seed had already been milked out by his pumps - Takuya’s shaft now slick with his own semen.
“Nngh…!!” Takuya gave one last thrust; Kazuki felt hot globs of liquid spill onto his hand. Takuya felt the heat slowly leave him, making him tired and sleepy. Kazuki’s hand was still fisted around his cock, delivering slower, more careful pumps as the hardened flesh softened, milking out the very last of his seed. Takuya fell back to sleep again.
*~*~*~
Takuya slowly opened his eyes as he felt a cool wash cloth being dabbed around his forehead and over his cheek bones. His vision was fuzzy and his body ached a little. The wash cloth was taken away; he heard the clinking of ice cubes and the water that wrung from the wash cloth.
He let out a small sound when the wash cloth came back on his neck this time, surprised by the sudden cold.
“Are you awake now?” he heard Kazuki’s voice say.
“Y-yeah…” he said cautiously. His vision slowly adjusted to the light that was in the room. “What time is it?” he asked.
“Almost midnight,” Kazuki replied, putting the wash cloth back into the bowl of ice-cold water.
“Oh,” Maybe I shouldn’t mention it, since he isn’t acting any different… It was a dream anyway, right? Ah well, it’ll be kind of awkward to talk about…”Are you sleeping soon?” he asked Kazuki.
“That was my plan, why? Are you hungry?”
Takuya gave him a shake of the head as a response.
“Sleep here tonight, Kazuki!” Takuya patted the space beside him on the bed with his best bright smile, shaking off all thoughts of Kazuki giving him a hand-job; looking as innocent as he can.
Kazuki looked his friend over before giving him a smile.
“All right then, scoot over,” ordered Kazuki. Takuya happily complied. Kazuki took off his glasses [2] and placed them on the bedside table next to the water bottles and then slipped under the covers next to Takuya.
“Come here then,” he was lying on his side. Takuya squirmed over and wrapped his arms around Kazuki’s waist - cuddling to him. Kazuki let out a small chuckle and wrapped an arm around Takuya’s shoulder; his other arm tucked underneath his pillow.
“Oyasumi, Kazuki! Thanks for taking care of me…” Takuya said.
“Oyasumi…” Kazuki returned.
You’re so cute when you beg and moan like that, Takuya… but you won’t hear that from me until … maybe later, Kazuki thought before drifting off to sleep.
*Owari.
A/N:
[1] I don’t know if Takuya’s manager is a girl, but it seems more fitting that it’s a female for that situation, right?
[2] I read somewhere [or maybe it was in one of the MabeRaj segments] that Kazuki depends heavily on his glasses and contacts because he has really bad vision.
Comments are loved!