Akame / Bargain Ch. 6
Title: Bargain [Chapter Six]
Fandom: Akame
Genre: Romance, a little bit of action?
Word Count: 1956
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own Jin or Kame. They're human beings. Not even their manager has the right to own them.
Summary: Kame seems to live the perfect life as the son of a wealthy businessman, until he meets a certain man from the mafia who turns his world completely upside down.
Author's Notes: Chapter six is finally here! I'm sorry for the long wait! ;__;
To Elli-tan and to all my readers, I come in peace!
Chapter Six
"Wait...!" Kazuya gasped, immediately pushing the taller man away the moment his lips pressed his. "Don't you have an appointment to go to or something??"
"It can wait," Jin breathed, mouth settling on the boy's neck. Kazuya tensed at the strange and yet familiar feel of Jin's lips on his skin as his fingers tightened on the man's sleeves.
"Are we doing this now...?" he asked, panic unconcealed in his voice. Jin pulled away from him and squarely looked at his face. Kazuya's eyes remained wide with trepidation, and the grip on his arms told him he was protecting himself from him more than anything else.
"You're still afraid of me," Jin murmured. Kazuya inaudibly swallowed, parting his lips, his breathing deep and shaky.
"You must care for your old man so much," he said, trailing a finger along his jaw. "To try this hard for me."
Kazuya fought not to flinch from his touch. Jin's thumb tentatively brushed over Kazuya's trembling, lower lip as he watched the fright unfold on the boy's face.
"I'll make it up to you," he quietly said, cupping the side of his face. "I won't hurt you anymore."
Kazuya closed his eyes as Jin pressed his lips to his once more. He claimed him in a deep, slow kiss, the man's tongue gentle and coaxing in his mouth. Kazuya uneasily squirmed, but Jin only cupped his head in his hand and pulled him closer to him. He tilted his head to the side, and Jin's lips settled on his neck once more. Kazuya stared at the ceiling, his hands gripping the man's shoulders tighter.
"Relax, Kazuya-kun," he whispered, his hot breath sending sparks down his spine. He lowered himself down and slowly lifted the boy's shirt with one hand, mouth trailing lingering kisses on his stomach as his other hand grazed the skin on his lower back.
Kazuya closed his eyes again, his head hitting the door in a low thud as he reflexively brought his hand to Jin's head. He felt Jin's hair between his fingers as the man moved up and took his right nipple in his mouth. Kazuya gritted his teeth and fought not to make a sound.
The next thing he knew, his arms were raised above his head to remove his shirt from him. The moment the cloth went past his face, Jin kissed him again, his hand traveling down to undo his jeans. Kazuya pulled away from the kiss in a sharp gasp when he felt his hand on his length.
"Wait, no...!" he cried, his hand gripping Jin's wrist.
"Relax," Jin murmured in his ear once more, his fingers gentle and teasing. Kazuya buried his head to the man's chest and closed his eyes tightly shut. He groaned when Jin firmly enclosed his fingers around him, stroking him until he was hard in his hand. He wanted to shout at his own body's betrayal, but Jin shushed him with a long, deep kiss.
Kazuya was stumbling in his jeans before he knew it as Jin wordlessly pulled him to the bedroom. His jeans were kicked off him in a forgotten heap on the carpet floor as he fell to the edge of the bed on his stomach. He gripped the thick sheets at the feel of Jin's mouth on his back. He felt warm skin touch his until he saw Jin with his top unbuttoned above him.
It was as if a jolt of electricity sparked in him at the feel of Jin's bare chest on his back. He felt Jin's cold and wet fingers between his legs, until he felt that firm pressure begin to enter inside him. Kazuya almost cried, but Jin was so very slow above him, moving into him with every careful inch. Kazuya buried his head to the sheets as the man's length began to engulf him inside.
Jin narrowed his eyes as a low groan escaped from his lips. It had been six months since the last and only time he had touched him, but now the boy was so tight beneath him it was almost overwhelming. He didn't want to hurt him again, but his control was fast slipping away...
Kazuya stilled when Jin pushed that last inch inside him. The man slowly began to pull out, and only did his body begin to override the pain when Jin started to move inside him in long, slow strokes. Kazuya gasped, the feel of Jin filling him up with every thrust so staggering it was almost suffocating.
He began to arch his back in growing pleasure when Jin's strokes began to quicken, every movement seemingly harder and faster than the last. It was as if the room began to move with them as he openly cried out his name. Jin threw his head back, his fingers tight on his buttocks as he finally started to release himself inside him. Kazuya felt him fill him up, and he collapsed to the sheets in long, ragged breaths when Jin finally pulled from him several seconds later.
Kazuya felt Jin's sweat-covered chest on his back as a strange, heavy heat began to fill him down to his toes. He heard Jin say his name in his ear in that deep, low voice, until the room began to grow blurry and his vision became covered in darkness.
Save for the blinding, bright lamp that greeted him the moment he woke up, Kazuya saw nothing but darkness as he shifted on the bed in a low groan. The sheets slipped off him when he sat up, and the reminder of what had just happened hit him hard as he hastily looked around the room in search of Jin. The hotel room was dim after nightfall, and upon looking at the bedside clock, Kazuya realized he had fallen asleep for nearly three hours. There was a piece of paper next to the clock as the boy creased his forehead and reached for the note.
Interest is at eight percent a month. If you want to beat that, you'll have to meet me at least once a week.
Kazuya stared at the paper in his hand. He crumpled it without another thought.
"Fuck this!" he hissed, swiftly rising from the bed to get his clothes. The moment he stood up, he felt a sharp ache between his legs that sent him putting a hand on the nightstand for support. Kazuya paused and looked around the room, cursing Jin under his breath. The man seemed nowhere to be found. He was probably off to some appointment, and he didn't want to stay long enough to see his return.
Standing up straighter, Kazuya slowly picked up his clothes from the floor and wordlessly began to change. He made his way to the door and left the room.
What the hell did he just get himself into?
"Where the hell have you been?"
Kazuya began taking his shoes off, unresponsive to the man in front of him as his mother arrived from the kitchens. The woman heavily sighed in relief at the sight of him.
"Welcome back, dear," His mother smiled. "We were worried about you."
"Answer the question, Kazuya," His father snarled, crossing his arms. "Your driver told me he dropped you off at my office after your class, but I didn't see you anywhere."
"That's none of your business, Dad," he muttered, making his way past him to head upstairs.
"Why, you insolent child!" His father grabbed him by the arm and roughly faced him to him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Kazuya gave him a long, idle stare. "What?"
The man raised his hand to strike him, but his wife immediately took his arm.
"Calm down!" The woman cried. "He hasn't done anything wrong!"
"Your son is directly defying me!" he shouted.
"What, can't I go wherever I want anymore?" Kazuya scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him. "Are you going to hit me just because I won't tell you where I went?"
"We were worried about you!" His father bit out. "You haven't been answering our calls and nobody knew where you were!"
"Well I'm standing here now, aren't I?" The boy drawled.
"Kazuya, please, understand your father too," His mother wearily said. "You should've at least told us where you were. How were we supposed to know that you wouldn't be..."
"What?" He raised his eyebrows when the woman trailed off. "That I wouldn't be kidnapped again?"
Kazuya brought his cold gaze to his father when the man fell unresponsive. "That won't happen again. Right, Dad?"
"You've got nothing to worry about," he muttered in their silence as he turned on his heel and began heading upstairs to his room. "I'll make sure of that myself."
"See you tomorrow, Kamenashi-kun!"
Kazuya waved at the girls that passed him by with a smile as he slung his bag over his left shoulder with a sigh.
It was the following Wednesday afternoon a week later after the end of class. He had only made his way to the school gates to wait for his car when the cellphone in his pocket began to ring. Pausing in his steps, he took out the mobile and flipped it open, frowning at the unidentified number.
"Hello?" he began.
"Yo, Kazuya-kun," Jin's distinguishable voice said on the other line. "How are you doing?"
His face fell serious. "What do you want?"
"Well aren't we being snarky today," The man chuckled. "It's been a week, if you haven't forgotten."
The boy's jaw hardened. "I haven't."
"Are you still up for our little bargain?"
"You know, you never really explained to me how this system works," he drawled. "What, I just keep fucking you every week to beat the interest?"
"Yep," The man replied. "It's not so complicated, is it?"
Kazuya fought to grit his teeth. "And if I don't fuck you?"
"It's two percent a week."
The boy dryly laughed and stared at the ground. "You know, I don't really get you, Akanishi. Why the hell are you doing this?"
"You don't like my system?"
"No," he snarled. "What I don't get is how fucking you is enough to cancel all this interest shit."
"Think of it this way, kid," Jin said. "If I can't get you to fuck me willingly, I might as well pay you for it, but since I'm the one being owed here, it would make more sense to just deduct it from your dad's dues, don't you think?"
"And what, I'm worth 400,000 a lay?" he wryly smiled. "That's too generous of you."
"200,000 if you fuck me everyday."
Kazuya's ride finally came into view and pulled over at the front gates.
The smile on his lips contorted to a low scowl. "What do I have to do to make you leave my family alone?"
"I didn't ask your dad to borrow the money from me, Kazuya-kun."
"Then why the hell do I have to fuck you??" he hissed.
"Well," Jin laughed. "Let's just say I think you're cute."
"You gay asshole," Kazuya growled in anger. "I thought you didn't swing that way."
"I don't," The man said. "But you seem to be an exception."
The boy fell silent and fought not to smash his phone to the ground.
"Well, take it or leave it. You know where to find me."
Jin hung up without another word. Kazuya slowly removed the cellphone from his ear. He walked to his car and opened the door.
"Tell them I'll be late," he said to the driver up front. "I'm walking home today."
He closed the door without another word and began walking down the pavement as he gripped the cellphone tighter in his hand.
to be continued
I know. So it's been another two months. Almost three in a few weeks, actually XD School's been keeping me real busy, so I apologize for being able to update only now. I can't tell you when my next update will be, but it will hopefully be soon. Thank you again to all of the readers who keep supporting this story! Comments are much appreciated! ;)
[ Prologue ] [ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ] [ Chapter Three ] [ Chapter Four ] [ Chapter Five ]
Fandom: Akame
Genre: Romance, a little bit of action?
Word Count: 1956
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own Jin or Kame. They're human beings. Not even their manager has the right to own them.
Summary: Kame seems to live the perfect life as the son of a wealthy businessman, until he meets a certain man from the mafia who turns his world completely upside down.
Author's Notes: Chapter six is finally here! I'm sorry for the long wait! ;__;
To Elli-tan and to all my readers, I come in peace!
Chapter Six
"Wait...!" Kazuya gasped, immediately pushing the taller man away the moment his lips pressed his. "Don't you have an appointment to go to or something??"
"It can wait," Jin breathed, mouth settling on the boy's neck. Kazuya tensed at the strange and yet familiar feel of Jin's lips on his skin as his fingers tightened on the man's sleeves.
"Are we doing this now...?" he asked, panic unconcealed in his voice. Jin pulled away from him and squarely looked at his face. Kazuya's eyes remained wide with trepidation, and the grip on his arms told him he was protecting himself from him more than anything else.
"You're still afraid of me," Jin murmured. Kazuya inaudibly swallowed, parting his lips, his breathing deep and shaky.
"You must care for your old man so much," he said, trailing a finger along his jaw. "To try this hard for me."
Kazuya fought not to flinch from his touch. Jin's thumb tentatively brushed over Kazuya's trembling, lower lip as he watched the fright unfold on the boy's face.
"I'll make it up to you," he quietly said, cupping the side of his face. "I won't hurt you anymore."
Kazuya closed his eyes as Jin pressed his lips to his once more. He claimed him in a deep, slow kiss, the man's tongue gentle and coaxing in his mouth. Kazuya uneasily squirmed, but Jin only cupped his head in his hand and pulled him closer to him. He tilted his head to the side, and Jin's lips settled on his neck once more. Kazuya stared at the ceiling, his hands gripping the man's shoulders tighter.
"Relax, Kazuya-kun," he whispered, his hot breath sending sparks down his spine. He lowered himself down and slowly lifted the boy's shirt with one hand, mouth trailing lingering kisses on his stomach as his other hand grazed the skin on his lower back.
Kazuya closed his eyes again, his head hitting the door in a low thud as he reflexively brought his hand to Jin's head. He felt Jin's hair between his fingers as the man moved up and took his right nipple in his mouth. Kazuya gritted his teeth and fought not to make a sound.
The next thing he knew, his arms were raised above his head to remove his shirt from him. The moment the cloth went past his face, Jin kissed him again, his hand traveling down to undo his jeans. Kazuya pulled away from the kiss in a sharp gasp when he felt his hand on his length.
"Wait, no...!" he cried, his hand gripping Jin's wrist.
"Relax," Jin murmured in his ear once more, his fingers gentle and teasing. Kazuya buried his head to the man's chest and closed his eyes tightly shut. He groaned when Jin firmly enclosed his fingers around him, stroking him until he was hard in his hand. He wanted to shout at his own body's betrayal, but Jin shushed him with a long, deep kiss.
Kazuya was stumbling in his jeans before he knew it as Jin wordlessly pulled him to the bedroom. His jeans were kicked off him in a forgotten heap on the carpet floor as he fell to the edge of the bed on his stomach. He gripped the thick sheets at the feel of Jin's mouth on his back. He felt warm skin touch his until he saw Jin with his top unbuttoned above him.
It was as if a jolt of electricity sparked in him at the feel of Jin's bare chest on his back. He felt Jin's cold and wet fingers between his legs, until he felt that firm pressure begin to enter inside him. Kazuya almost cried, but Jin was so very slow above him, moving into him with every careful inch. Kazuya buried his head to the sheets as the man's length began to engulf him inside.
Jin narrowed his eyes as a low groan escaped from his lips. It had been six months since the last and only time he had touched him, but now the boy was so tight beneath him it was almost overwhelming. He didn't want to hurt him again, but his control was fast slipping away...
Kazuya stilled when Jin pushed that last inch inside him. The man slowly began to pull out, and only did his body begin to override the pain when Jin started to move inside him in long, slow strokes. Kazuya gasped, the feel of Jin filling him up with every thrust so staggering it was almost suffocating.
He began to arch his back in growing pleasure when Jin's strokes began to quicken, every movement seemingly harder and faster than the last. It was as if the room began to move with them as he openly cried out his name. Jin threw his head back, his fingers tight on his buttocks as he finally started to release himself inside him. Kazuya felt him fill him up, and he collapsed to the sheets in long, ragged breaths when Jin finally pulled from him several seconds later.
Kazuya felt Jin's sweat-covered chest on his back as a strange, heavy heat began to fill him down to his toes. He heard Jin say his name in his ear in that deep, low voice, until the room began to grow blurry and his vision became covered in darkness.
Save for the blinding, bright lamp that greeted him the moment he woke up, Kazuya saw nothing but darkness as he shifted on the bed in a low groan. The sheets slipped off him when he sat up, and the reminder of what had just happened hit him hard as he hastily looked around the room in search of Jin. The hotel room was dim after nightfall, and upon looking at the bedside clock, Kazuya realized he had fallen asleep for nearly three hours. There was a piece of paper next to the clock as the boy creased his forehead and reached for the note.
Interest is at eight percent a month. If you want to beat that, you'll have to meet me at least once a week.
Kazuya stared at the paper in his hand. He crumpled it without another thought.
"Fuck this!" he hissed, swiftly rising from the bed to get his clothes. The moment he stood up, he felt a sharp ache between his legs that sent him putting a hand on the nightstand for support. Kazuya paused and looked around the room, cursing Jin under his breath. The man seemed nowhere to be found. He was probably off to some appointment, and he didn't want to stay long enough to see his return.
Standing up straighter, Kazuya slowly picked up his clothes from the floor and wordlessly began to change. He made his way to the door and left the room.
What the hell did he just get himself into?
"Where the hell have you been?"
Kazuya began taking his shoes off, unresponsive to the man in front of him as his mother arrived from the kitchens. The woman heavily sighed in relief at the sight of him.
"Welcome back, dear," His mother smiled. "We were worried about you."
"Answer the question, Kazuya," His father snarled, crossing his arms. "Your driver told me he dropped you off at my office after your class, but I didn't see you anywhere."
"That's none of your business, Dad," he muttered, making his way past him to head upstairs.
"Why, you insolent child!" His father grabbed him by the arm and roughly faced him to him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Kazuya gave him a long, idle stare. "What?"
The man raised his hand to strike him, but his wife immediately took his arm.
"Calm down!" The woman cried. "He hasn't done anything wrong!"
"Your son is directly defying me!" he shouted.
"What, can't I go wherever I want anymore?" Kazuya scoffed, narrowing his eyes at him. "Are you going to hit me just because I won't tell you where I went?"
"We were worried about you!" His father bit out. "You haven't been answering our calls and nobody knew where you were!"
"Well I'm standing here now, aren't I?" The boy drawled.
"Kazuya, please, understand your father too," His mother wearily said. "You should've at least told us where you were. How were we supposed to know that you wouldn't be..."
"What?" He raised his eyebrows when the woman trailed off. "That I wouldn't be kidnapped again?"
Kazuya brought his cold gaze to his father when the man fell unresponsive. "That won't happen again. Right, Dad?"
"You've got nothing to worry about," he muttered in their silence as he turned on his heel and began heading upstairs to his room. "I'll make sure of that myself."
"See you tomorrow, Kamenashi-kun!"
Kazuya waved at the girls that passed him by with a smile as he slung his bag over his left shoulder with a sigh.
It was the following Wednesday afternoon a week later after the end of class. He had only made his way to the school gates to wait for his car when the cellphone in his pocket began to ring. Pausing in his steps, he took out the mobile and flipped it open, frowning at the unidentified number.
"Hello?" he began.
"Yo, Kazuya-kun," Jin's distinguishable voice said on the other line. "How are you doing?"
His face fell serious. "What do you want?"
"Well aren't we being snarky today," The man chuckled. "It's been a week, if you haven't forgotten."
The boy's jaw hardened. "I haven't."
"Are you still up for our little bargain?"
"You know, you never really explained to me how this system works," he drawled. "What, I just keep fucking you every week to beat the interest?"
"Yep," The man replied. "It's not so complicated, is it?"
Kazuya fought to grit his teeth. "And if I don't fuck you?"
"It's two percent a week."
The boy dryly laughed and stared at the ground. "You know, I don't really get you, Akanishi. Why the hell are you doing this?"
"You don't like my system?"
"No," he snarled. "What I don't get is how fucking you is enough to cancel all this interest shit."
"Think of it this way, kid," Jin said. "If I can't get you to fuck me willingly, I might as well pay you for it, but since I'm the one being owed here, it would make more sense to just deduct it from your dad's dues, don't you think?"
"And what, I'm worth 400,000 a lay?" he wryly smiled. "That's too generous of you."
"200,000 if you fuck me everyday."
Kazuya's ride finally came into view and pulled over at the front gates.
The smile on his lips contorted to a low scowl. "What do I have to do to make you leave my family alone?"
"I didn't ask your dad to borrow the money from me, Kazuya-kun."
"Then why the hell do I have to fuck you??" he hissed.
"Well," Jin laughed. "Let's just say I think you're cute."
"You gay asshole," Kazuya growled in anger. "I thought you didn't swing that way."
"I don't," The man said. "But you seem to be an exception."
The boy fell silent and fought not to smash his phone to the ground.
"Well, take it or leave it. You know where to find me."
Jin hung up without another word. Kazuya slowly removed the cellphone from his ear. He walked to his car and opened the door.
"Tell them I'll be late," he said to the driver up front. "I'm walking home today."
He closed the door without another word and began walking down the pavement as he gripped the cellphone tighter in his hand.
to be continued
I know. So it's been another two months. Almost three in a few weeks, actually XD School's been keeping me real busy, so I apologize for being able to update only now. I can't tell you when my next update will be, but it will hopefully be soon. Thank you again to all of the readers who keep supporting this story! Comments are much appreciated! ;)
[ Prologue ] [ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ] [ Chapter Three ] [ Chapter Four ] [ Chapter Five ]