[fic] Rules of Engagement
Title: Rules of Engagement
Author/Artist: fencer_x
Warnings/Rating: PGish
Notes: This takes place at the after-party following *pnish* On7's opening night, which Nagayan attended with Kimeru and Aoyama Souta. References are made, also, to Maharaja Mode, the next *pnish* play which will potentially include Nagayan as a cast member.
"Nagayan?"
Takashi kept his eye trained on Tuti across the table as he shifted off the bench at the end, adjusting his shirt collar. Startled back to present company by a hand on his shoulder, though, Takashi jerked around at the voice that had just called him, pasting on an attentive expression. "Hm?"
Kimeru gave a careful frown, eyes shaded by the brim of the cap he'd refused to take off even inside the izakaya they'd all piled into for the uchiage ("Hat hair," he'd grumpily reminded them all). "I asked if you wanted anything else--I'm going back up to the bar."
Takashi's brows quirked up and he leaned closer to his friend. "The bartender was cute, huh?"
His friend's gaze cooled significantly, and he kicked his legs off to the side with a flourish as he swiveled around to scoot away, being sure to bump his back against Takashi's shoulder as he did. Takashi only laughed good-naturedly as he watched Kimeru stalk off before remembering what he'd been focusing on before. He quickly glanced back over to the other end of the table, where the conversation had gotten decidedly quieter as Tuti settled his bag onto his shoulder, shaking the hands of the staff members who'd followed them after the end of the show.
When Tuti finally gave the rest of their group a parting wave, Takashi quickly scooted off the bench, waving off Souta's concerned, "Takassan?"
He offered an easy smile, "Be right back, just gonna tell Tuti 'bye." Souta nodded and turned his attentions back to Eiji's excited recounting of what apparently had been Wasshi nearly dropping Daiki-chan at the dress rehearsal earlier that afternoon.
Takashi frowned at Tuti's back as he disappeared through the front door by the register, without even a goodbye or parting text message, and he quickly jogged around the few empty tables littering the izakaya floor to catch up. Pressing the button on the wall to open the sliding door, he shivered at the temperature difference; cool and clean inside the hall, it was practically the same temperature as outside here in the genkan area, a muggy sauna despite the late hour.
Tuti was slipping on his sneakers, back turned towards Takashi. "You could've said goodbye at least, ass. Just 'cause I brought along friends was no reason to--"
There was a loud bark of laughter, a bit unsettling in the dimly lit hall. "I knew you'd follow, that's all. I haven't seen Kime in forever, and Souta in longer. I'm glad you got them to come."
Takashi crossed his arms and sauntered forward slowly. "Hmph, well speak for yourself; Kime wasn't too happy about being made the center of attention when he wasn't getting paid for it."
Tuti turned to look over his shoulder, face remarkably devoid of any remorse. "I'll buy him a beer, we can call it even."
Fighting a smile now, Takashi stopped his feet at the edge of the low wooden bench Tuti was seated on, sliding down to sit beside him. "Tamacchi's gonna be pissed, too, when he finds out you made a spectacle of us."
"Well then there's no reason for him to find out, is there?"
A shrug. "Maybe I'm mad at you. Maybe I'll tell him out of spite."
"You're not mad at me. And it was Daiki-chan's idea; I think he likes Kime."
"I am mad."
"About?"
"Your stupid show that lasts for a week."
Tuti's mouth made an "o" of understanding, and he nodded sagely. "That is a problem. Who came up with the idea that we shouldn't hook up during shows anyways?"
"Your Leader."
"Oh right..." He stared off into space, then furrowed his brows, and looked back at Takashi. "Wait--how does that make any sense when he and Moriyama-san--"
"I bought a strap," Takashi interrupted, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and holding it up for show. The charm dangled next to the gruff visage of a Hitsugaya figurine which had obviously seen better days. "Pink looks good on it."
Tuti reached over and flicked the charms. "I think someone's a little biased."
Takashi shrugged, but didn't deny the accusation. "So when do I get to come in for my fitting?"
"For what?"
"The belly-dancer costume I'm sure Daiki-chan's got planned for me."
"Aah, right."
"You had something better in mind?"
"Hmm, maybe more like...don't some Indian cultures think clothing is a sin or something?"
Takashi gave him a shove, smiling. "No. And even if they did, I don't think you could charge admission for that."
"I'd pay to see it~" Tuti leaned closer, eyebrows wiggling and bumping their shoulders together, and Takashi would swear up and down it wasn't charming in the least. Except it was. "Wanna get outta here?"
"What about our rules?"
"They're Daiki-chan's rules, not mine. And he's not my mother."
"Mm, you're right. Your mom would be shoving us out the door and reminding you to 'be safe'." Tuti let his face fall into his palms at this. "Have I mentioned how much I like your mother?"
Tuti's head shot back up to attention, and he pointed an accusing finger. "You only say that because you didn't have to live with her for twenty years. This is why my sister can't keep a boyfriend for more than 6 months straight."
Takashi nodded solemnly, certain Tuti could rant about his mother for hours on end and not wanting to get caught up in another ranting session. "Anyways, I don't think we should. Tonight, at least." Tuti frowned, but didn't argue, sighing audibly. "I mean, Kime-chan and Souta are here, and you've got a show at noon tomorrow, so...it's not like we'd be able to really enjoy ourselves..."
Tuti turned to face him, expression blank, and he stared at (into) Takashi for only a moment before reaching out quickly and cupping the back of his head, pulling him in close to bring their mouths together quite soundly. He pressed in hard but briefly, and then pulled back far sooner than Takashi would've liked for a kiss of that intensity, muttering, "Don't say we wouldn't enjoy ourselves. I know I would." He then leaned in slower, more gently this time, and let their lips melt together for another heartbeat before ruining the moment with, "Damn, kissing someone with glasses on sucks."
Takashi smiled against Tuti's lips and pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose where they'd fallen down when Tuti had yanked him forward. "Think of them like a chastity belt for my face." He puckered his lips just enough to pull a proper kiss from the other man, ending it with a loud smack, and then clapped Tuti on the shoulder and shoved him away. "Now get outta here."
Pushing himself into a standing position with some effort, Tuti adjusted the bag at his hip and picked up the packages filled with gifts from the fans. "Fine but--tomorrow? Come over tomorrow?"
Takashi stood now, too, arms crossed. "Why Tsuchiya-san, are you thinking of directly disobeying an order from your Leader?"
"Yup."
Takashi reached up and settled his arms around Tuti's neck, easing up onto his toes to bring them closer. "Good."
Author/Artist: fencer_x
Warnings/Rating: PGish
Notes: This takes place at the after-party following *pnish* On7's opening night, which Nagayan attended with Kimeru and Aoyama Souta. References are made, also, to Maharaja Mode, the next *pnish* play which will potentially include Nagayan as a cast member.
"Nagayan?"
Takashi kept his eye trained on Tuti across the table as he shifted off the bench at the end, adjusting his shirt collar. Startled back to present company by a hand on his shoulder, though, Takashi jerked around at the voice that had just called him, pasting on an attentive expression. "Hm?"
Kimeru gave a careful frown, eyes shaded by the brim of the cap he'd refused to take off even inside the izakaya they'd all piled into for the uchiage ("Hat hair," he'd grumpily reminded them all). "I asked if you wanted anything else--I'm going back up to the bar."
Takashi's brows quirked up and he leaned closer to his friend. "The bartender was cute, huh?"
His friend's gaze cooled significantly, and he kicked his legs off to the side with a flourish as he swiveled around to scoot away, being sure to bump his back against Takashi's shoulder as he did. Takashi only laughed good-naturedly as he watched Kimeru stalk off before remembering what he'd been focusing on before. He quickly glanced back over to the other end of the table, where the conversation had gotten decidedly quieter as Tuti settled his bag onto his shoulder, shaking the hands of the staff members who'd followed them after the end of the show.
When Tuti finally gave the rest of their group a parting wave, Takashi quickly scooted off the bench, waving off Souta's concerned, "Takassan?"
He offered an easy smile, "Be right back, just gonna tell Tuti 'bye." Souta nodded and turned his attentions back to Eiji's excited recounting of what apparently had been Wasshi nearly dropping Daiki-chan at the dress rehearsal earlier that afternoon.
Takashi frowned at Tuti's back as he disappeared through the front door by the register, without even a goodbye or parting text message, and he quickly jogged around the few empty tables littering the izakaya floor to catch up. Pressing the button on the wall to open the sliding door, he shivered at the temperature difference; cool and clean inside the hall, it was practically the same temperature as outside here in the genkan area, a muggy sauna despite the late hour.
Tuti was slipping on his sneakers, back turned towards Takashi. "You could've said goodbye at least, ass. Just 'cause I brought along friends was no reason to--"
There was a loud bark of laughter, a bit unsettling in the dimly lit hall. "I knew you'd follow, that's all. I haven't seen Kime in forever, and Souta in longer. I'm glad you got them to come."
Takashi crossed his arms and sauntered forward slowly. "Hmph, well speak for yourself; Kime wasn't too happy about being made the center of attention when he wasn't getting paid for it."
Tuti turned to look over his shoulder, face remarkably devoid of any remorse. "I'll buy him a beer, we can call it even."
Fighting a smile now, Takashi stopped his feet at the edge of the low wooden bench Tuti was seated on, sliding down to sit beside him. "Tamacchi's gonna be pissed, too, when he finds out you made a spectacle of us."
"Well then there's no reason for him to find out, is there?"
A shrug. "Maybe I'm mad at you. Maybe I'll tell him out of spite."
"You're not mad at me. And it was Daiki-chan's idea; I think he likes Kime."
"I am mad."
"About?"
"Your stupid show that lasts for a week."
Tuti's mouth made an "o" of understanding, and he nodded sagely. "That is a problem. Who came up with the idea that we shouldn't hook up during shows anyways?"
"Your Leader."
"Oh right..." He stared off into space, then furrowed his brows, and looked back at Takashi. "Wait--how does that make any sense when he and Moriyama-san--"
"I bought a strap," Takashi interrupted, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket and holding it up for show. The charm dangled next to the gruff visage of a Hitsugaya figurine which had obviously seen better days. "Pink looks good on it."
Tuti reached over and flicked the charms. "I think someone's a little biased."
Takashi shrugged, but didn't deny the accusation. "So when do I get to come in for my fitting?"
"For what?"
"The belly-dancer costume I'm sure Daiki-chan's got planned for me."
"Aah, right."
"You had something better in mind?"
"Hmm, maybe more like...don't some Indian cultures think clothing is a sin or something?"
Takashi gave him a shove, smiling. "No. And even if they did, I don't think you could charge admission for that."
"I'd pay to see it~" Tuti leaned closer, eyebrows wiggling and bumping their shoulders together, and Takashi would swear up and down it wasn't charming in the least. Except it was. "Wanna get outta here?"
"What about our rules?"
"They're Daiki-chan's rules, not mine. And he's not my mother."
"Mm, you're right. Your mom would be shoving us out the door and reminding you to 'be safe'." Tuti let his face fall into his palms at this. "Have I mentioned how much I like your mother?"
Tuti's head shot back up to attention, and he pointed an accusing finger. "You only say that because you didn't have to live with her for twenty years. This is why my sister can't keep a boyfriend for more than 6 months straight."
Takashi nodded solemnly, certain Tuti could rant about his mother for hours on end and not wanting to get caught up in another ranting session. "Anyways, I don't think we should. Tonight, at least." Tuti frowned, but didn't argue, sighing audibly. "I mean, Kime-chan and Souta are here, and you've got a show at noon tomorrow, so...it's not like we'd be able to really enjoy ourselves..."
Tuti turned to face him, expression blank, and he stared at (into) Takashi for only a moment before reaching out quickly and cupping the back of his head, pulling him in close to bring their mouths together quite soundly. He pressed in hard but briefly, and then pulled back far sooner than Takashi would've liked for a kiss of that intensity, muttering, "Don't say we wouldn't enjoy ourselves. I know I would." He then leaned in slower, more gently this time, and let their lips melt together for another heartbeat before ruining the moment with, "Damn, kissing someone with glasses on sucks."
Takashi smiled against Tuti's lips and pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose where they'd fallen down when Tuti had yanked him forward. "Think of them like a chastity belt for my face." He puckered his lips just enough to pull a proper kiss from the other man, ending it with a loud smack, and then clapped Tuti on the shoulder and shoved him away. "Now get outta here."
Pushing himself into a standing position with some effort, Tuti adjusted the bag at his hip and picked up the packages filled with gifts from the fans. "Fine but--tomorrow? Come over tomorrow?"
Takashi stood now, too, arms crossed. "Why Tsuchiya-san, are you thinking of directly disobeying an order from your Leader?"
"Yup."
Takashi reached up and settled his arms around Tuti's neck, easing up onto his toes to bring them closer. "Good."