Fanfic: One of those Days
Title: One of those Days
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: The plot is mine...but not the boys *sob*
Beta: My beta is sick...
Pairing(s): Hirosuke
Rating: PG-15
Genre: failed Crack...aka Kisumai-madness
Warnings: Fujigaya is in a mood to kill
Summary: Fujigaya's life is hard because of Kitayama, Kitayama's life is hard because of Fujigaya......and Kisumai's life is hard because of...well, isn't that obvious?
Author Notes: I got suddenly inspired by the rock version of 'Ai no Beat'. It was written in the spurt of the moment and not even an hour...so nothing special^^
One of those Days
“Why does Kitayama get the red-fake-eyelashes!“ Fujigaya growled and made everyone shake in fear except for the person in question. When it was one of those days one better tried to keep the F of Kisumai in a good mood.
“Because red is my colour, idiot.” Kitayama said from the mirror where he was batting his eyes at himself.
“Narcissistic bastard.”
“That’s not something I want to hear from you of all people.” Kitayama grumbled and watched the reflection of the others that were looking at him with puppy eyes and Nika even fell on his knees as a gesture of begging. He lifted an eyebrow and ignored them all.
“Kitamitsu please!” Yokoo whispered not all that silently, but it was too late.
Fujigaya stomped up to him and grabbed him by the collar. He smirked when the other didn’t manage to lift him of the ground to point out how short he was.
“Slacking off, aren’t you?” He asked cheekily and decided to show the other just how it was done correctly. He forced the other to let go of his shirt and grabbed him by the waist.
In no time there was loud screeching and cursing heard in their room and Yokoo tried to prevent at least a few staff members from fleeing. To no avail.
Fujigaya struggled and trashed from where he was thrown over Kitayama’s shoulder.
“You damn bastard let me down. I will so kill you! You better come up with a good excuse. Otherwise I’ll kick your ass, lock you up, skin you alive, attack you with my flatiron, castrate you.”
“Sounds rather unhealthy” Nikaido said dryly and watched how Kitayama didn’t even blink at the threats raining down on him.
“There is no need to worry. No one is stupid enough to castrate his own boyfriend. That would only backfire on Taisuke.” Tamamori said with an emotionless face. Now there was no use to panic anymore. Kitayama had already riled up Fujigaya.
“We should worry about the thing with the flatiron though.” Senga gave them cause for serious concern and they all frowned worriedly.
“Miyata, steal Fujigaya’s flatiron.” Nikaido said.
“Why me?” The other whined unhappily. Fujigaya would so kill him if he did that.
“Just do it Miyacchi. I’ll invite you for dinner.” Tamamori grumbled. Miyata nervously teetered on his feet before he made a dash for Fujigaya’s bag.
“Thanks Tama.”
“No problem.”
“I want candles.” Miyata said as he stuffed Fujigaya’s weapon in his own bag. Tamamori made a non-comical noise and kept watching the most unfitting couple in their group. By now, Fujigaya had gone over to hitting the other’s back. Well, now butt.
“Hey!” Kitayama said surprised and the other only tried to squeeze his butt now. To stop the other, he put Fujigaya down on the next best chair and grabbed one of the many kohls lying around and took the other’s chin between his thumb and index finger. Fujigaya tried unsurprisingly to wind his head out of the other’s grip, but Kitayama didn’t let him get away.
“Be careful that he doesn’t bruise.” Yokoo said and sat down on a chair as well with a sigh. “That would be hard to explain.”
Days like these gave him a headache. Kitayama made a noise that he had heard him and then concentrated back on his lover.
Yokoo’s words had made the other much more compliant and soon the older one of the two pulled back to admire his handiwork.
“Looks nice.” Senga commented and hoped it would somehow cool Fujigaya down.
Suspiciously, Fujigaya looked at one after the other, the last one his lover, before he stood up to look into a mirror.
“A heart? A fucking heart? We are supposed to look like a rock band!”
“It suits you very well though.” Tamamori said silently and the other gritted his teeth.
“I can’t go on the set like that. We are supposed to look cool and not cute. You idiot, Kitayama!” Fujigaya lifted his hand to rub at the heart in the hope it would disappear. Kitayama snatched his hand away in time.
“You’ll only smudge it like that. Come here.” He pushed Fujigaya back on the chair and grabbed the kohl again. This time the other tried to wiggle out of his grip again.
“It’s already bad enough as it is.” The younger one hissed.
“Keep still or I will mess up your pretty face.”
Fujigaya kept still. Whether it was because of the compliment or the threat to make him ugly was not clear to any of them.
“There, now you are good.” Kitayama looked very satisfied and Tamamori dared to move closer to look.
“That really does look cool.”
“Of course it does. I know what suits him.” Kitayama said smugly and pushed Fujigaya up to look into the mirror again.
The other looked contritely at the three ‘x’ under his eye. It was indeed cool.
“Okay now?” Kitayama let his hand wander over Fujigaya’s back gently and the other slumped down and the breath of relief they all let out had to be audible.
“Yeah…”
“Good.”
Kitayama pulled the other towards the couch that was standing way back in the corner and pulled him down with him.
“Be careful with the make up.” Senga said warningly and Kitayama nodded. When he tugged the other on his chest, he was careful to not get the ‘x’s smudged nor the heart on his neck.
“We probably can use the heart for the dance version as well?” Miyata said thoughtfully and the rest nodded.
“No one else draws hearts on him but me.” Kitayama said with closed eyes and a slight smile tugged at Fujigaya’s lips.
“I really don’t understand how they work out, Watta?” Nikaido sat next to the other.
“Don’t ask me. Am I god? That’s one of the mysteries of the universe. There is no use trying to understand them.”
“How poetical.”
“Oh, shut up, brat.”
There was blessed silence in the dressing room now that the fight seemed to be settled and the rest of the members let their guard down.
Yokoo contemplated whether his next moves were a good idea, but in the end, he decided to do it anyway. Getting up, he walked towards the peaceful couple on the couch.
“Kitamitsu?”
“Hm.”
“I can understand that you can’t keep your hands off him and that he is your lover, but couldn’t you do us all the favour and use more lube when you sleep with him? He would be much calmer and if you wouldn’t rile him up every time he is in pain, it would be a great help as well.”
“It’s him who is always in a rush.” Kitayama said defiantly and pouted. “I am not hurting my lover on propose.”
“I have work, that’s why.” Fujigaya said, but didn’t go through the trouble to open his eyes. He was tired.
Yokoo sighed. It was hopeless.
“Moreover, if he doesn’t understand my confessions even when I draw them on him, it’s not my fault. I didn’t rile him up on propose.” Kitayama grumbled.
This time the other opened his eyes.
“Then don’t hide them behind actions that irritate me.”
“Everything irritates you.”
“I am sore!”
“What am I supposed to do about that? You were the one who said we should just quickly do it in the shower.”
“I didn’t want a mess because I only had an hour till I had to be back on set.” Fujigaya growled.
“Too much information.” Tamamori said and Miyata wasn’t the only one who nodded his agreement.
“Well, what now? I want to do it in bed, long, slow and sensual. I am not a fan of rushed sex.”
“Still too many information.” Tamamori commented and grabbed on of the magazines lying around.
“I don’t have the time for that. Moreover, if you weren’t so big, all that wouldn’t be so much of a problem.”
“Yeah well, excuse me?!”
Yokoo was close to banging his head against the next best wall.
“Your intentions were the best…” Nika patted Yokoo’s shoulder sympathetic and then went to get something to drink. “But it’s one of those days.”
“Yeah, one of those days.”