WIP snippets
More than work in progress, I'd call these work not in progress, haha. Snippets of fic that probably won't be finished. But it felt sad to just have them laying around in case there's someone that could enjoy them, so here we go.
Nikaido/Senga (Kis-My-Ft2), R
Written post-concert in August, based on how a fortune teller had told them they were brothers in a past life. Senga believed it, Nikaido apparently didn't.
“Is this weird?” Senga asks, draws a sharp breath when Nikaido looks up at him while sliding a hand up his shirt.
“What?”
“This.” He looks up at Nikaido, straight into his eyes, then down at where his hand is stroking his hipbone, but Nikaido doesn't seem to understand from only that. “Since we were brothers in our previous lives.”
Nikaido looks at him in silence for a moment, as though he's thinking about it, but then he shakes his head lightly. “We weren't.”
Senga isn't sure if Nikaido says so because he really doesn't believe what the fortune teller said, or because he doesn't want it to be true. Senga however, when Nikaido leans in to kiss him, finds that he doesn't care, because Nikaido makes him feel more whole than anything else in his life.
Fujigaya/Senga (Kis-My-Ft2), R
It just kind of happened.
Fujigaya has had his hand in Senga's hair for a good while, sometimes stroking, sometimes scratching his scalp, sometimes pulling lightly, sometimes leaning in to nip on his earlobe but that's all it is has been for most of the evening. They've been playing a quiz game, Miyata reading the questions to the rest of the members, someone else taking over when it's Miyata's turn, and it's going well for most of them. Nikaido blames his lack of knowledge about world politics and most things that happened before he was born; on the other hand he's good at the entertainment questions, so it's not like he's overall bad. Senga on the other hand started out good, but has been getting worse the more time pass, and there's no longer anyone doubting it has to do with Fujigaya's treatment, especially when he tugs a little and Senga's eyes flutter shut right after he has given an answer.
“That's wrong,” Miyata says for what is probably the fifteenth time, and Nikaido shoves at his shoulder, clearly not caring about the state of his friend.
“Whoops,” Senga says, voice giving away that he's very distracted but still trying to be there; the game goes on to Nikaido and Fujigaya takes that opportunity. He leans closer, whispers something in Senga's ear that no one else catches. At first there's no response, then he pulls on Senga's hair again and there's an immediate nod. Kitayama, who is next to Fujigaya, follows the silent exchange through the corner of his eye, but is left wondering until they get closer to the end of the game.
“Senga, you're out, or at least there's no way you can win now,” Miyata declares (and Nikaido looks triumphant). “Unless you wanna continue?”
“No...” Senga's voice is low, almost weak, and his eyes are on Fujigaya, who now pets him gently over his hair. Before he twists his fingers in his hair and tugs in a specific direction as Miyata starts reading Nikaido's question out loud, and Senga all of a sudden shuffles to the floor, in front of Fujigaya's parting legs, and Miyata stops at the sound of a zipper coming down.
“Go on,” Fujigaya looks at him, almost indifferent when Senga takes his cock out of his pants, lips parted as he gets him hard enough to start using his mouth.
“But...” Miyata tries, eyes Tamamori for some kind of support, but Tamamori looks just the same as he feels, only with less confusion and more curiosity in his eyes.
“Go on then,” Kitayama follows, and it's almost weird how after that, the game goes on, accompanied by the low sucking sounds that Senga emits. Maybe this is proof of how odd their group is, Kitayama thinks, but it's not like his own body isn't reacting, and not like he can be the only one. Fujigaya is strangely composed, answering his questions, then pushing Senga's head further down his length; Kitayama watches Senga's jaws open more each time it happens, but he never struggles with the depth.
Yamapi/Kitayama (solo/Kis-My-Ft2), NC-17, ageplay
I have no good explanation for this. I have another bit of this somewhere but I can't find it.
Yamapi wraps an arm around Kitayama's torso, the other under his bottom as he lifts him; Kitayama's legs wrap around his waist and his arms around his neck, makes the carrying easier. He is short, but he's also well-built and it takes Yamapi some effort to carry him, but thanks to him holding on they go at a calm pace to the couch. Kitayama's breath is soft puffs of air against Yamapi's neck and he can't help but nuzzle the side of his head as he walks.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Yamapi sits down and shifts Kitayama on his lap until they're comfortable; Kitayama straddling his legs as he shakes his head. “What do you want to do?”
Kitayama doesn't answer, just smiles mischievously as he moves a hand to Yamapi's hair, trails his fingers through it before he ruffles it into a minor mess.
“Wanna play?” he smiles back, and this time Kitayama nods and scoots even closer on his lap. He starts by putting hands on his waist, tickles him through the thin t-shirt, and while Kitayama doesn't laugh, he squirms and wriggles in Yamapi's arms.
(...)
Arms over Yamapi's shoulders again, Kitayama is a mess of heavy breaths and rolls of hips, moving himself back onto the fingers inside of him, face hid against Yamapi's neck, lips parted against his skin.
“Mitsu,” Yamapi mumbles against his temple as he withdraws his hand to rub lubrication over his own cock, “Relax, okay?” Kitayama's thighs are all but relaxed when Yamapi pulls him closer with an arm around his waist, when he positions himself against his stretched opening and pushes inside.
Kis-My-Ft2 (minor Fujigaya/Senga), PG-13, AU
Also known as Avatar: the almost last airbender. Because the avatar isn't the last. An obvious rip-off of Avatar TLA. I think I wrote it in 2012 or something so the shoot I based their elements on is probably from 2012 too hahaha.
Fujigaya's lips were hot on his, kissing frantically, grinding their hips together from on top of Senga. Then, starting with just the slightest change of heat by his shoulders, where Fujigaya's hands were placed in the grass, sudden flames flared up and Senga jumped.
"Shit."
"You have to learn to control that," Senga mumbled, moving his hand over the smoldering grass, putting it out with a thin layer of water.
"I'm sorry." And Senga knew he didn't mean to do it when Fujigaya ended up burning his cheek as well, still not calm enough to not harm.
"You did what?! He did what?!" Miyata shouted straight out, not giving a thing about how they were supposed to be hiding. "I don't like you being with him. He's a fire bender and you're a water bender and you don't belong with him he tried to kill us!'
"For the hundredth time - he is not looking to kill us! And why do you even care so much, I'm not your little sister! I can defend myself!" Senga wasn't much more quiet.
"I can defend myself," Miyata repeated, waving his arms in the air. "Yeah, and I can bend metal!" Rolling his eyes.
"... I can bend metal," Tamamori mumbled, sending off a pebble to hit Miyata in the back of his head. "Leave him alone, he's old enough to decide who he gets naked with."
"Who he gets -"
"Can't we all just get along?" Nikaido whined. "I'm sure all fire benders aren't horrible people..."
"But that doesn't mean he needs to roll around in the grass with him!"
"The Avatar is right." Yokoo landed, put his glider on his back before he stepped up to Miyata. "He's probably a decent person. All he needs is someone to teach him to control his bending, like every bender of every element." He didn't mean to put Miyata down by that, but they could all tell the pout had a lot to do with the fact that he himself was not one of those benders.
"Which brings us to what is most important right now," Tamamori stepped into the conversation. "The Avatar needs to train his fire bending more seriously, and you all know we can't use Senga's one for teacher."
"For obvious reasons," mumbled Miyata, and everyone else chose to ignore him.
"Exactly what I wanted to get to," said Yokoo, pausing to whistle for his flying bison. "Get on, I've found us an instructor. Nikaido, you fly on your own, you're not a child. Where's Fujigaya?"
"Here." His voice had bitter tone to it, but he couldn't say they had been wrong in everything he had overheard. And he did believe he belonged with not only Senga, but this whole group. Fighting his own people was what he did best.
The instructor turned out to be a lone fire bender, in a temple right in the middle of the (jordriket). Why, they never got a chance to ask, but they also figured that questioning the instructor's place of home might not be the ideal greeting.
"This is the one I told you about," Yokoo pushed Nikaido one step in front of the rest of the group.
"The avatar, huh?" The instructor came closer, peering at Nikaido as though he had a hard time to believe it.
"Is this what we came for?" Nikaido whispered over his shoulder back at Yokoo, throwing glances at the man in front of him that could only mean one thing. In his deep red yukata, the short man did indeed look quite ordinary, not exactly fierce like most of them had expected a fire bending instructor to be.
But then there were flames right next to Nikaido's face, wild and burning hot, and when he turned back to look at him, he found that the fire was not just in the air; it was in this man's eyes as well, strong and untamed.
"You don't have to go through my training, young man," he said, voice hinting that he was not pleased at all, yet it softened before he spoke again. "But I would gladly help you if, if you want my help."
"He doesn't want it." The entire group turned to Fujigaya, faces a variety of unbelieving anger. Miyata seemed particularly upset, mouth open in a silent protest. "He needs it."
The smaller, brown haired man in front of them smirked. "You can call me Master Kitayama, then. Come on in, all of you."
The temple itself was indeed of earth style, and the master lived alongside earth benders. When they asked why, he had just laughed and said that he threw away his membership of the Fire nation the very day he was born. So he lived there, with the people of a nation threatened by his original one, but every one of the earth benders they met there assured them that Kitayama was not to be feared. Unless they gave him a reason to hurt them, because according to them, he was very, very skilled with his bending.
Nikaido/Senga (Kis-My-Ft2), R
Written post-concert in August, based on how a fortune teller had told them they were brothers in a past life. Senga believed it, Nikaido apparently didn't.
“Is this weird?” Senga asks, draws a sharp breath when Nikaido looks up at him while sliding a hand up his shirt.
“What?”
“This.” He looks up at Nikaido, straight into his eyes, then down at where his hand is stroking his hipbone, but Nikaido doesn't seem to understand from only that. “Since we were brothers in our previous lives.”
Nikaido looks at him in silence for a moment, as though he's thinking about it, but then he shakes his head lightly. “We weren't.”
Senga isn't sure if Nikaido says so because he really doesn't believe what the fortune teller said, or because he doesn't want it to be true. Senga however, when Nikaido leans in to kiss him, finds that he doesn't care, because Nikaido makes him feel more whole than anything else in his life.
Fujigaya/Senga (Kis-My-Ft2), R
It just kind of happened.
Fujigaya has had his hand in Senga's hair for a good while, sometimes stroking, sometimes scratching his scalp, sometimes pulling lightly, sometimes leaning in to nip on his earlobe but that's all it is has been for most of the evening. They've been playing a quiz game, Miyata reading the questions to the rest of the members, someone else taking over when it's Miyata's turn, and it's going well for most of them. Nikaido blames his lack of knowledge about world politics and most things that happened before he was born; on the other hand he's good at the entertainment questions, so it's not like he's overall bad. Senga on the other hand started out good, but has been getting worse the more time pass, and there's no longer anyone doubting it has to do with Fujigaya's treatment, especially when he tugs a little and Senga's eyes flutter shut right after he has given an answer.
“That's wrong,” Miyata says for what is probably the fifteenth time, and Nikaido shoves at his shoulder, clearly not caring about the state of his friend.
“Whoops,” Senga says, voice giving away that he's very distracted but still trying to be there; the game goes on to Nikaido and Fujigaya takes that opportunity. He leans closer, whispers something in Senga's ear that no one else catches. At first there's no response, then he pulls on Senga's hair again and there's an immediate nod. Kitayama, who is next to Fujigaya, follows the silent exchange through the corner of his eye, but is left wondering until they get closer to the end of the game.
“Senga, you're out, or at least there's no way you can win now,” Miyata declares (and Nikaido looks triumphant). “Unless you wanna continue?”
“No...” Senga's voice is low, almost weak, and his eyes are on Fujigaya, who now pets him gently over his hair. Before he twists his fingers in his hair and tugs in a specific direction as Miyata starts reading Nikaido's question out loud, and Senga all of a sudden shuffles to the floor, in front of Fujigaya's parting legs, and Miyata stops at the sound of a zipper coming down.
“Go on,” Fujigaya looks at him, almost indifferent when Senga takes his cock out of his pants, lips parted as he gets him hard enough to start using his mouth.
“But...” Miyata tries, eyes Tamamori for some kind of support, but Tamamori looks just the same as he feels, only with less confusion and more curiosity in his eyes.
“Go on then,” Kitayama follows, and it's almost weird how after that, the game goes on, accompanied by the low sucking sounds that Senga emits. Maybe this is proof of how odd their group is, Kitayama thinks, but it's not like his own body isn't reacting, and not like he can be the only one. Fujigaya is strangely composed, answering his questions, then pushing Senga's head further down his length; Kitayama watches Senga's jaws open more each time it happens, but he never struggles with the depth.
Yamapi/Kitayama (solo/Kis-My-Ft2), NC-17, ageplay
I have no good explanation for this. I have another bit of this somewhere but I can't find it.
Yamapi wraps an arm around Kitayama's torso, the other under his bottom as he lifts him; Kitayama's legs wrap around his waist and his arms around his neck, makes the carrying easier. He is short, but he's also well-built and it takes Yamapi some effort to carry him, but thanks to him holding on they go at a calm pace to the couch. Kitayama's breath is soft puffs of air against Yamapi's neck and he can't help but nuzzle the side of his head as he walks.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Yamapi sits down and shifts Kitayama on his lap until they're comfortable; Kitayama straddling his legs as he shakes his head. “What do you want to do?”
Kitayama doesn't answer, just smiles mischievously as he moves a hand to Yamapi's hair, trails his fingers through it before he ruffles it into a minor mess.
“Wanna play?” he smiles back, and this time Kitayama nods and scoots even closer on his lap. He starts by putting hands on his waist, tickles him through the thin t-shirt, and while Kitayama doesn't laugh, he squirms and wriggles in Yamapi's arms.
(...)
Arms over Yamapi's shoulders again, Kitayama is a mess of heavy breaths and rolls of hips, moving himself back onto the fingers inside of him, face hid against Yamapi's neck, lips parted against his skin.
“Mitsu,” Yamapi mumbles against his temple as he withdraws his hand to rub lubrication over his own cock, “Relax, okay?” Kitayama's thighs are all but relaxed when Yamapi pulls him closer with an arm around his waist, when he positions himself against his stretched opening and pushes inside.
Kis-My-Ft2 (minor Fujigaya/Senga), PG-13, AU
Also known as Avatar: the almost last airbender. Because the avatar isn't the last. An obvious rip-off of Avatar TLA. I think I wrote it in 2012 or something so the shoot I based their elements on is probably from 2012 too hahaha.
Fujigaya's lips were hot on his, kissing frantically, grinding their hips together from on top of Senga. Then, starting with just the slightest change of heat by his shoulders, where Fujigaya's hands were placed in the grass, sudden flames flared up and Senga jumped.
"Shit."
"You have to learn to control that," Senga mumbled, moving his hand over the smoldering grass, putting it out with a thin layer of water.
"I'm sorry." And Senga knew he didn't mean to do it when Fujigaya ended up burning his cheek as well, still not calm enough to not harm.
"You did what?! He did what?!" Miyata shouted straight out, not giving a thing about how they were supposed to be hiding. "I don't like you being with him. He's a fire bender and you're a water bender and you don't belong with him he tried to kill us!'
"For the hundredth time - he is not looking to kill us! And why do you even care so much, I'm not your little sister! I can defend myself!" Senga wasn't much more quiet.
"I can defend myself," Miyata repeated, waving his arms in the air. "Yeah, and I can bend metal!" Rolling his eyes.
"... I can bend metal," Tamamori mumbled, sending off a pebble to hit Miyata in the back of his head. "Leave him alone, he's old enough to decide who he gets naked with."
"Who he gets -"
"Can't we all just get along?" Nikaido whined. "I'm sure all fire benders aren't horrible people..."
"But that doesn't mean he needs to roll around in the grass with him!"
"The Avatar is right." Yokoo landed, put his glider on his back before he stepped up to Miyata. "He's probably a decent person. All he needs is someone to teach him to control his bending, like every bender of every element." He didn't mean to put Miyata down by that, but they could all tell the pout had a lot to do with the fact that he himself was not one of those benders.
"Which brings us to what is most important right now," Tamamori stepped into the conversation. "The Avatar needs to train his fire bending more seriously, and you all know we can't use Senga's one for teacher."
"For obvious reasons," mumbled Miyata, and everyone else chose to ignore him.
"Exactly what I wanted to get to," said Yokoo, pausing to whistle for his flying bison. "Get on, I've found us an instructor. Nikaido, you fly on your own, you're not a child. Where's Fujigaya?"
"Here." His voice had bitter tone to it, but he couldn't say they had been wrong in everything he had overheard. And he did believe he belonged with not only Senga, but this whole group. Fighting his own people was what he did best.
The instructor turned out to be a lone fire bender, in a temple right in the middle of the (jordriket). Why, they never got a chance to ask, but they also figured that questioning the instructor's place of home might not be the ideal greeting.
"This is the one I told you about," Yokoo pushed Nikaido one step in front of the rest of the group.
"The avatar, huh?" The instructor came closer, peering at Nikaido as though he had a hard time to believe it.
"Is this what we came for?" Nikaido whispered over his shoulder back at Yokoo, throwing glances at the man in front of him that could only mean one thing. In his deep red yukata, the short man did indeed look quite ordinary, not exactly fierce like most of them had expected a fire bending instructor to be.
But then there were flames right next to Nikaido's face, wild and burning hot, and when he turned back to look at him, he found that the fire was not just in the air; it was in this man's eyes as well, strong and untamed.
"You don't have to go through my training, young man," he said, voice hinting that he was not pleased at all, yet it softened before he spoke again. "But I would gladly help you if, if you want my help."
"He doesn't want it." The entire group turned to Fujigaya, faces a variety of unbelieving anger. Miyata seemed particularly upset, mouth open in a silent protest. "He needs it."
The smaller, brown haired man in front of them smirked. "You can call me Master Kitayama, then. Come on in, all of you."
The temple itself was indeed of earth style, and the master lived alongside earth benders. When they asked why, he had just laughed and said that he threw away his membership of the Fire nation the very day he was born. So he lived there, with the people of a nation threatened by his original one, but every one of the earth benders they met there assured them that Kitayama was not to be feared. Unless they gave him a reason to hurt them, because according to them, he was very, very skilled with his bending.