[fic] Find Me - Seventh Cut ~A Test Run~
Title: Find Me
Pairing: Jin x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre - Catch Me: AU, angst, romance, smut, drama, tragedy
Beta by: my cat. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary - Catch Me: A dramatic turn in his life throws Kame into Jin's college world. Almost immediately they notice an attraction, but they spend more time clashing than not.
Summary - Lose Me: Kame and Jin still have the occasional argument but mostly they live happily together. But when someone from Kame's past shows up, will the two be able to deal?
Summary - Find Me: Kame has been kidnapped. Will he and Jin ever be reunited?
Warning: While "Catch Me" part is more towards the fluffy end of the scale at times, the other three parts have such things as drugs and murder and rape and all the fun parts of a bad neighborhood in a big city. Oh, and character death(s).
On my journal: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_ Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the kattun_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
A/N: Here you go.
Find Me
Seventh Cut ~A Test Run~
Kame had to admit, the collar was a lot softer than he’d expected. It was made from soft, flexible leather. Very high-quality materials.
Even so, he didn’t like it. It felt strange, having something around his neck like that. And he was especially unhappy to find out that, though the leash would be removed whenever he was locked in the bedroom, the collar was to stay on. Too much of a pain to take on and off all the time, Ryo had told him.
What was he thinking, agreeing to this?
But as Ryo led him to the living room, Kame noticed that at least the leash was long enough for him to reach every part of the room. He wouldn’t be completely plastered to Ryo’s side.
Unless, of course, Ryo said to.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Kame nodded.
“Good, keep your answer short like that. It’s best. Well, when it’s just us it’s not so important but if we have company and I ask you a question, stick to short, simple answers.” Ryo looked thoughtful for a minute. “I’m expecting a drug delivery tomorrow, so consider today a sort of test run. I want to see if I can trust you enough to allow you out here with others. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes.” A pause. “I didn’t know drug dealers ran delivery services”
“They do if you pay them enough. Now, you remember the rules? Everything I say, no hesitation, no questions. Don’t flinch, don’t cry.”
“Yes.”
Ryo smiled. “Good. Then let’s have some fun!”
Kame forced himself to smile back, trying to ignore the rising sense of dread over what Ryo might possibly ask of him.
Settling into the only single chair in the room, Ryo stretched out comfortably and then said, “I wonder what I should make you do… for a good test?”
Kame sat on the couch, watching Ryo warily but keeping the smile as best he could. When sudden inspiration lit Ryo’s eyes, Kame had to fight incredibly hard to hold his smile.
“You tell me,” Ryo started, “what I should make you do that would be a good test for whether I can have you out here with me tomorrow?”
To buy himself thinking time, Kame adopted a slightly pouty but very interested face and said, “Hmm…” Secretly his mind was reeling, panicked. Maybe he should just say he didn’t know? But, no, Ryo wouldn’t be satisfied with that. And if he suggested easy or irrelevant things, he would be breaking the rules. So he had no choice but to play straight…
“Things you know I would never willingly do. Something degrading or p-painful.” Oh, god, he hoped Ryo didn’t notice the slight stutter.
Ryo seemed satisfied with this answer, thankfully, and didn’t say anything about the stutter. He started tapping a finger to his temple, “Let’s see… something… hmm… Ah, I have it!” And he stood, crossing the living room to grab a small camcorder. “You’re going to give me a show.”
Kame nodded and forced the words out with yet another fake smile. “What would you like to see?” See? He could do this. He could make Ryo happy and not get beaten and it would be okay. He could always cry later, back in the bedroom.
Sitting back in his chair, Ryo gestured for Kame to leave the couch for the center of the room. “How about you start with stripping. But make it sexy for the camera. Remember, I’ll be watching it later, unless I decide to sell this one too, so it has to be good.”
That last comment almost got him but Kame was able to disguise the motion as the start of his strip tease. He could see what Ryo was doing. Ryo was deliberately trying to provoke a negative response from him, to see if he could control himself. To see if he flinched or protested. So Kame just withdrew into himself, leaving just enough outward focus to notice if Ryo said anything else, and focused on what he was doing. He looked at the camera and not at Ryo.
Licking his lips suggestively, he slowly ran one hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, casually slipping his hand partially beneath his jeans and when he pulled his hand back out, he brought the hem of the shirt with it. With that hand, he started at the bottom button and with the other hand he started at the top button. With a small flourish of his hands, he opened them, making sure to keep the speed of both hands the same so that the flourish of each hand was perfectly in time with the other hand. And when the two hands met at the center, he slipped on hand under the other, undoing the button.
He pulled the two halves of his shirt apart in time with a small spin, subtly lowing one shoulder to let the shirt casually slide down, almost as if by accident. He shot the camera what he hoped was the “bedroom eyes” version of a “oops but not really” glance before laughing sensually and slipping the shirt completely off.
He ran his hand back down his chest to the waist of his pants (carefully hovering over his cuts right near the belt line without actual contact when he got to them) and unbuttoned and unzipped them in a fluid motion. He hooked that hand in the bottom of the zipper by his thumb and using another flourish, Kame stuck his other arm out forward, palm facing up, and gave a “come hither” gesture.
Kame hoped that would do, because he really couldn’t think of a suitably sexy way to remove his pants. Shucking them off didn’t really seem to fit with what Ryo wanted. Maybe Ryo would find it sexy enough to get to do it himself by Kame’s own request?
Nothing happened for a second. Though his expression never wavered, in Kame’s head he kept praying it would work. He made the gesture again.
This time Ryo laughed. He set the camera down on the little table beside the chair and strode over to Kame, taking care not to block the camera’s view of him.
Ryo circled around him, sliding one arm around his waist and jerking him back against him. Kame kept looking at the camera, his expression his best attempt at sultry. Ryo’s hand move from his stomach downward until it covered his own hand. Ryo took hold of his hand and gently pulled it away from the zipper bottom only to guide it down into his pants.
Kame felt Ryo’s lips brush the rim of his ear lightly as he whispered, “I want to feel your hand beneath mine while you touch yourself.” Kame obeyed.
Still making sure to keep his eyes directed at the camera, Kame turned his head towards Ryo’s and brought his free arm up to bury his hand in Ryo’s hair. Ryo gave him a quick kiss and whispered, “I’ll be right back. Keep touching yourself.”
Ryo’s hand left his but didn’t go far. He grabbed Kame’s jeans and underwear with both hands and guided them off over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Kame could feel Ryo at his back taking off his own shirt and pants and then Ryo brought his hand back around to cover Kame’s.
By this time, Kame was breathing heavily. Completely ashamed, he moaned nevertheless. He was taking some sort of perverse pleasure out of this. He knew it wasn’t right. He knew he didn’t want any of it to feel good; he just wanted to satisfy Ryo. It didn’t change the fact that the room was getting very hot.
He almost jumped in surprise when he felt Ryo’s finger enter him but he managed (he hoped) to hide it with a pleasure-induced shiver. Well, his best attempt to fake one at any rate. The moan that followed was real enough, though.
Ryo’s voice in his ear as he slipped a second finger in, “I want you to beg for it, Kame. Loudly, for the camera. Ask me to fuck you.”
“Please, f-fuck me… Please!” Kame said, his voice husky. He was having trouble speaking and it wasn’t just because he didn’t like to use that kind of language. Between what Ryo’s hand was doing behind him and what his own hand was doing in front, he was rapidly approaching that shining white line.
Ryo pulled his fingers out and said, “Down to your knees, then, and don’t stop what you’re doing.” Kame complied and as he sank to his knees, he felt Ryo follow him down. Ryo bent him over and pushed in, causing Kame’s back to arch as he moaned loudly.
It wasn’t supposed to feel good. His head kept screaming that at him but he tuned it out. He couldn’t afford to listen to it.
After a while, “Come for me like a good little whore, Kazuya…”
And he did. They both did.
Collapsing on the floor, they both lay there trying to get their breath back. Kame was the one to eventually break the silence. “Nee…”
“Yes?”
Nervously, he started, “Is there any… can I have…”
Ryo considered for a moment. “You did everything I asked of you… I suppose you earned it. This is probably enough of a test for now. It’s only the drug dealer’s delivery person so there’s probably not going to be much for you to do but sit here anyway. After that, we’ll take it one day at a time.”
Ryo let him get dressed, apparently pleased he had waiting for Ryo to give him permission, and after they were both upright and clothed once more, Ryo opened a jewelry box on the little table and pulled the bottom out of it.
He gave the little packet to Kame and took him back to the bedroom, unhooking the leash from the collar and locking the door behind him.
Finally.
Kame sank to the floor, his back against the wall, crying. Why did it have to feel good? It wasn’t right to enjoy it. But it was his life now, right? Every day was going to be like this. He was just a whore now, right? Carefully, he traced one finger along the healing cuts on his abdomen. Truth in advertising…
Clutching that little tiny plastic bag like a lifeline, Kame stood up and walked to sit on the bed. At least Ryo had let him have this… He wouldn’t have to live in his head all night.
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The story continues:
Eighth Cut ~One Day at a Time~
A/N: Okay, original intent didn't have Ryo actually involved in the smut but that all got shot to hell when I realized I didn't know a sexy or classy way to remove the pants from Kame LOL. But I took advantage of the fact he was involved to help set up something later so it stays.
Pairing: Jin x Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre - Catch Me: AU, angst, romance, smut, drama, tragedy
Beta by: my cat. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary - Catch Me: A dramatic turn in his life throws Kame into Jin's college world. Almost immediately they notice an attraction, but they spend more time clashing than not.
Summary - Lose Me: Kame and Jin still have the occasional argument but mostly they live happily together. But when someone from Kame's past shows up, will the two be able to deal?
Summary - Find Me: Kame has been kidnapped. Will he and Jin ever be reunited?
Warning: While "Catch Me" part is more towards the fluffy end of the scale at times, the other three parts have such things as drugs and murder and rape and all the fun parts of a bad neighborhood in a big city. Oh, and character death(s).
On my journal: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_ Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the akame_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
On the kattun_fanfics Community: Catch Me, Lose Me, Find Me, Heal Me
A/N: Here you go.
Find Me
Seventh Cut ~A Test Run~
Kame had to admit, the collar was a lot softer than he’d expected. It was made from soft, flexible leather. Very high-quality materials.
Even so, he didn’t like it. It felt strange, having something around his neck like that. And he was especially unhappy to find out that, though the leash would be removed whenever he was locked in the bedroom, the collar was to stay on. Too much of a pain to take on and off all the time, Ryo had told him.
What was he thinking, agreeing to this?
But as Ryo led him to the living room, Kame noticed that at least the leash was long enough for him to reach every part of the room. He wouldn’t be completely plastered to Ryo’s side.
Unless, of course, Ryo said to.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Kame nodded.
“Good, keep your answer short like that. It’s best. Well, when it’s just us it’s not so important but if we have company and I ask you a question, stick to short, simple answers.” Ryo looked thoughtful for a minute. “I’m expecting a drug delivery tomorrow, so consider today a sort of test run. I want to see if I can trust you enough to allow you out here with others. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Yes.” A pause. “I didn’t know drug dealers ran delivery services”
“They do if you pay them enough. Now, you remember the rules? Everything I say, no hesitation, no questions. Don’t flinch, don’t cry.”
“Yes.”
Ryo smiled. “Good. Then let’s have some fun!”
Kame forced himself to smile back, trying to ignore the rising sense of dread over what Ryo might possibly ask of him.
Settling into the only single chair in the room, Ryo stretched out comfortably and then said, “I wonder what I should make you do… for a good test?”
Kame sat on the couch, watching Ryo warily but keeping the smile as best he could. When sudden inspiration lit Ryo’s eyes, Kame had to fight incredibly hard to hold his smile.
“You tell me,” Ryo started, “what I should make you do that would be a good test for whether I can have you out here with me tomorrow?”
To buy himself thinking time, Kame adopted a slightly pouty but very interested face and said, “Hmm…” Secretly his mind was reeling, panicked. Maybe he should just say he didn’t know? But, no, Ryo wouldn’t be satisfied with that. And if he suggested easy or irrelevant things, he would be breaking the rules. So he had no choice but to play straight…
“Things you know I would never willingly do. Something degrading or p-painful.” Oh, god, he hoped Ryo didn’t notice the slight stutter.
Ryo seemed satisfied with this answer, thankfully, and didn’t say anything about the stutter. He started tapping a finger to his temple, “Let’s see… something… hmm… Ah, I have it!” And he stood, crossing the living room to grab a small camcorder. “You’re going to give me a show.”
Kame nodded and forced the words out with yet another fake smile. “What would you like to see?” See? He could do this. He could make Ryo happy and not get beaten and it would be okay. He could always cry later, back in the bedroom.
Sitting back in his chair, Ryo gestured for Kame to leave the couch for the center of the room. “How about you start with stripping. But make it sexy for the camera. Remember, I’ll be watching it later, unless I decide to sell this one too, so it has to be good.”
That last comment almost got him but Kame was able to disguise the motion as the start of his strip tease. He could see what Ryo was doing. Ryo was deliberately trying to provoke a negative response from him, to see if he could control himself. To see if he flinched or protested. So Kame just withdrew into himself, leaving just enough outward focus to notice if Ryo said anything else, and focused on what he was doing. He looked at the camera and not at Ryo.
Licking his lips suggestively, he slowly ran one hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, casually slipping his hand partially beneath his jeans and when he pulled his hand back out, he brought the hem of the shirt with it. With that hand, he started at the bottom button and with the other hand he started at the top button. With a small flourish of his hands, he opened them, making sure to keep the speed of both hands the same so that the flourish of each hand was perfectly in time with the other hand. And when the two hands met at the center, he slipped on hand under the other, undoing the button.
He pulled the two halves of his shirt apart in time with a small spin, subtly lowing one shoulder to let the shirt casually slide down, almost as if by accident. He shot the camera what he hoped was the “bedroom eyes” version of a “oops but not really” glance before laughing sensually and slipping the shirt completely off.
He ran his hand back down his chest to the waist of his pants (carefully hovering over his cuts right near the belt line without actual contact when he got to them) and unbuttoned and unzipped them in a fluid motion. He hooked that hand in the bottom of the zipper by his thumb and using another flourish, Kame stuck his other arm out forward, palm facing up, and gave a “come hither” gesture.
Kame hoped that would do, because he really couldn’t think of a suitably sexy way to remove his pants. Shucking them off didn’t really seem to fit with what Ryo wanted. Maybe Ryo would find it sexy enough to get to do it himself by Kame’s own request?
Nothing happened for a second. Though his expression never wavered, in Kame’s head he kept praying it would work. He made the gesture again.
This time Ryo laughed. He set the camera down on the little table beside the chair and strode over to Kame, taking care not to block the camera’s view of him.
Ryo circled around him, sliding one arm around his waist and jerking him back against him. Kame kept looking at the camera, his expression his best attempt at sultry. Ryo’s hand move from his stomach downward until it covered his own hand. Ryo took hold of his hand and gently pulled it away from the zipper bottom only to guide it down into his pants.
Kame felt Ryo’s lips brush the rim of his ear lightly as he whispered, “I want to feel your hand beneath mine while you touch yourself.” Kame obeyed.
Still making sure to keep his eyes directed at the camera, Kame turned his head towards Ryo’s and brought his free arm up to bury his hand in Ryo’s hair. Ryo gave him a quick kiss and whispered, “I’ll be right back. Keep touching yourself.”
Ryo’s hand left his but didn’t go far. He grabbed Kame’s jeans and underwear with both hands and guided them off over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Kame could feel Ryo at his back taking off his own shirt and pants and then Ryo brought his hand back around to cover Kame’s.
By this time, Kame was breathing heavily. Completely ashamed, he moaned nevertheless. He was taking some sort of perverse pleasure out of this. He knew it wasn’t right. He knew he didn’t want any of it to feel good; he just wanted to satisfy Ryo. It didn’t change the fact that the room was getting very hot.
He almost jumped in surprise when he felt Ryo’s finger enter him but he managed (he hoped) to hide it with a pleasure-induced shiver. Well, his best attempt to fake one at any rate. The moan that followed was real enough, though.
Ryo’s voice in his ear as he slipped a second finger in, “I want you to beg for it, Kame. Loudly, for the camera. Ask me to fuck you.”
“Please, f-fuck me… Please!” Kame said, his voice husky. He was having trouble speaking and it wasn’t just because he didn’t like to use that kind of language. Between what Ryo’s hand was doing behind him and what his own hand was doing in front, he was rapidly approaching that shining white line.
Ryo pulled his fingers out and said, “Down to your knees, then, and don’t stop what you’re doing.” Kame complied and as he sank to his knees, he felt Ryo follow him down. Ryo bent him over and pushed in, causing Kame’s back to arch as he moaned loudly.
It wasn’t supposed to feel good. His head kept screaming that at him but he tuned it out. He couldn’t afford to listen to it.
After a while, “Come for me like a good little whore, Kazuya…”
And he did. They both did.
Collapsing on the floor, they both lay there trying to get their breath back. Kame was the one to eventually break the silence. “Nee…”
“Yes?”
Nervously, he started, “Is there any… can I have…”
Ryo considered for a moment. “You did everything I asked of you… I suppose you earned it. This is probably enough of a test for now. It’s only the drug dealer’s delivery person so there’s probably not going to be much for you to do but sit here anyway. After that, we’ll take it one day at a time.”
Ryo let him get dressed, apparently pleased he had waiting for Ryo to give him permission, and after they were both upright and clothed once more, Ryo opened a jewelry box on the little table and pulled the bottom out of it.
He gave the little packet to Kame and took him back to the bedroom, unhooking the leash from the collar and locking the door behind him.
Finally.
Kame sank to the floor, his back against the wall, crying. Why did it have to feel good? It wasn’t right to enjoy it. But it was his life now, right? Every day was going to be like this. He was just a whore now, right? Carefully, he traced one finger along the healing cuts on his abdomen. Truth in advertising…
Clutching that little tiny plastic bag like a lifeline, Kame stood up and walked to sit on the bed. At least Ryo had let him have this… He wouldn’t have to live in his head all night.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The story continues:
Eighth Cut ~One Day at a Time~
A/N: Okay, original intent didn't have Ryo actually involved in the smut but that all got shot to hell when I realized I didn't know a sexy or classy way to remove the pants from Kame LOL. But I took advantage of the fact he was involved to help set up something later so it stays.