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So I started writing this over the weekend, and maybe it sort of came up on twitter today too. For ryogrande: 9. Magic everywhere in this bitch. 8D 5nin KAT-TUN or 4nin NEWS focused. Or both. Arashi and Eito would be fun, too. Shit, write whoever you want, lol. Just give me silly magic fic.
Mirror Match
Nakamaru Yuichi/Nakamaru Yuichi, KAT-TU
NC-17-- inexplicable magic and KAT-TU are voyeurs
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru woke up to an unfamiliar warmth in his bed. It was a bit nerve-wracking, to say the least, considering he’d stayed in the night before, turning in early after watching a documentary.
Slowly, eyes scrunched tight, Nakamaru rolled over as quietly as he could. He cracked one eye open, gasped a bit, and promptly fell backwards off the bed. He had been joined during the night by himself, and he was fairly certain he didn’t have any secret twins.
Any chance of quietly slipping away and hoping it had been some kind of vivid dream vanished, the noise waking his other self up. Nakamaru had to admit, everyone was right, he did look kind of cute (Kame’s words, eagerly backed up by Koki) when he was bleary-eyed and blinking. He also looked a little ridiculous when startled, as evinced by the yelp his other-self made as he gathered the covers to his chest.
“What-!?”
“How-!?”
Nakamaru and other-Nakamaru spent a few moments spluttering at each other, before Nakamaru held up a hand for silence. Other-Nakamaru grudgingly shut his mouth, still wrapped in all of the blankets as they stared at each other. “Well, I have no idea how this happened, and I guess you don’t either. Am I right?”
Other-Nakamaru simply nodded. Nakamaru sighed as he looked off to the side. “I guess we’ll just go with it for now. For simplicity’s sake, we’ll call you Yuichi. You can go ahead and have the first shower, and I’ll try and get out of meeting with the rest of the guys today.”
Nakamaru gathered himself from the floor, stifling a yawn as he unlocked his phone to send a text message. There was no way they’d be convinced he was feeling under the weather if he spoke to them. I’m not feeling well today, I’ll talk to you later, and sorry for the trouble. There. Now to get on with the rest of the day.
Breakfast had been silent, only a little awkward. The two of them peaceably traded sections of the morning newspaper over toast, then silently divided the dishes. Nakamaru was pleasantly surprised that Other-Nakamaru insisted on tidying up. Nakamaru corrected himself mentally-- Yuichi-- he should make an effort to call him the right name, even if only in his head and especially if he was helping him clean his apartment.
As they surveyed the freshly-cleaned living room, Nakamaru turned to his doppelganger. “Maybe we could also finish up my coursework? I’ve kind of been putting it off for a few days. Then you could suggest what we do?”
It was still seriously weird to watch the way he shrugged noncommittally, and Nakamaru retrieved his school bag. The near-insurmountable stack of assignments was no match for their combined diligence, though Nakamaru had kept sneaking peeks at the way his other-self’s fingers danced across the pages. He could totally see why Kame kept trying to hold his hands all the time.
Just as Nakamaru thought they’d make it through the day with the minimum amount of awkwardness possible, the doorbell chimed and a key rattled in the lock. Nakamaru swore as Yuichi looked up in shock. Of all the times his bandmates had come over, this was the one time any of them actually made use of their copy of his key.
There was no way that Nakamaru could hide the fact that he’d skipped out on them because he’d somehow acquired a clone. They locked eyes, nodded at each other, and squared their shoulders. Yuichi put away the scattered textbooks and Nakamaru made his way to the living room. He made himself comfortable on the couch, and waited. It sounded like Koki was getting screechy on the other side of the door.
The altercation at Nakamaru’s front door subsided as Kame and Koki jostled each other playfully for the honor of being first inside as Ueda stayed back, content to observe. Taguchi loomed behind them, eyes seemingly following Koki. The four of them kicked off shoes and made their way to the living room and made themselves at home, Kame flopping onto the cushion next to Nakamaru as Ueda took the recliner. Koki plopped down in the floor on the other side of the coffee table and casually reached up to pull Taguchi down by the hem of his shirt.
Four sets of eyes were on him as Kame spoke. “We were worried about you, Nakamaru, so we decided to come over after we finished work today.”
Ueda peered at Nakamaru. “You look like you’re just fine.”
Damn their newfound sense of teamwork. Nakamaru sighed, focusing on a spot on the wall. “I am. I just had an unexpected guest,” he said simply. At that moment, Yuichi entered the room, and Nakamaru was not going to think about the look that had passed between Koki and Taguchi. Nor was he going to think of the delighted noise Kame had let slip or the appraising way Ueda’s eyes flicked between him and his clone.
How embarrassing. Nakamaru wished that he could disappear. Or maybe that he could throttle Koki for voicing the question that seemed to be on everyone’s minds. “You got a clone and stayed in so the two of you could have all of the kinky sex you wanted? That’s really unfair, Yucchi.”
Nakamaru squirmed under the scrutiny of his bandmates. “No!” He couldn’t believe that they were taking the whole situation better than he had, and in the direction they were quickly heading.
“You mean you’ve been holed up all day with your clone, and you haven’t fucked yourself?” Taguchi looked jealous. “I have to make do with a mirror, you know.”
Nakamaru glanced at Yuichi, hoping for some sort of moral support. Instead, his clone was looking down at him thoughtfully, the traitor. “You know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, Nakamaru. We should, just this once. Besides, you’re the one that said I could choose what to do after finishing your homework. You never said sex was out of the question.”
As soon as the words were uttered, all hell seemed to break loose, if all of the grabby hands counted. Nakamaru had no idea how Koki had gotten to his side so quickly, and against his and Kame’s hands, Nakamaru’s shirts were no match. He caught sight of Taguchi undressing his clone rather more sedately than he was being disrobed, and stopped thinking quite so hard when a hand slipped into his trousers.
Ueda stood, crossing the room to pull Nakamaru up by the wrist and drag him down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn’t bother to see if everyone else followed, as he was too preoccupied with Ueda’s hands yanking down his pants and underwear before walking him backwards to the bed.
Nakamaru allowed Ueda to push him backwards. He watched as Ueda shrugged out of his clothes and climbed to straddle him, pressing him onto his back. “Before this night is over I am at least going to watch you kiss yourself, if not more.”
Nakamaru wasn’t alone in groaning at Ueda’s declaration; Kame and Koki had just dragged his clone into the room, clothes already lost in the melee. Taguchi followed the procession, still unbuttoning his shirt. Ueda rolled off of Nakamaru, a glance toward Kame seemingly instructing the youngest to guide Yuichi to join him on the bed.
Nakamaru gasped when he felt Yuichi’s dick press against him; he hadn’t realized he was so painfully hard. He chalked it up to all of the distractions, namely Ueda’s fingers trailing between his legs, already slick with lube from the nightstand drawer. He also couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way Kame and Koki were practically entwined at the foot of his bed, and the way Koki kept pressing back against Taguchi’s fingers.
Ueda slipped one finger inside, and Nakamaru couldn’t help letting his legs fall open wider as his hips bucked up. He could barely think, unable to process the fact that he was being straddled by himself and they were being urged to fuck by his bandmates.
Nakamaru wound hands around shoulders that were exactly the same as his own, tongue flicking against his own lips. It was actually pretty hot, especially since the rest of his group was encouraging it, though from the sounds of it, they were occupied with each other.
Fingers pressed against a spot that jolted Nakamaru’s whole body, and he opened his eyes just enough to see the wicked smirk playing along Ueda’s lips. Nakamaru managed to peer around his clone, watching the lines of Taguchi’s back as he pounded up into Koki; from his vantage point it looked like they were watching him in the dresser mirror. He thought that he’d lost track of Kame, but the mirror showed him between Koki’s legs, putting his mouth to work. Nakamaru couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to anything else, though, as his clone wound fingers into his hair and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Everything seemed to fade into the background as Nakamaru felt Ueda’s fingers slip out of him and his clone’s cock slide inside, stuffing him fuller than he could ever remember. He opened his eyes, simply looking up at his other self, Ueda barely on the edge of his peripheral vision with a hand on his own cock. Nakamaru nodded, still strange to see his own face above himself, and cried out as his clone pulled out and thrust slowly back in. The pace was smooth and sedate, in contrast to the way the rest of the room’s occupants seemed frantic and rushed, at least until Nakamaru heard Ueda murmur, “Faster.”
Nakamaru watched his clone’s eyes flash for the barest second before he obeyed, hiking one of his legs up and changing the angle as he complied. All Nakamaru could do was clench his hands into the sheets as he tried his best to roll into the thrusts and subtly gain friction against his dick; he was harder than he’d ever been in his entire life. His eyes shut of their own accord when Yuichi pried one of his hands out of the linens and twined their fingers around his aching cock.
Just a few hard strokes, and Nakamaru felt himself spilling over their hands as his clone stilled above him. They moaned in stereo as their orgasms simultaneously washed over them, and Nakamaru thought he’d heard an answering chorus of appreciative groans.
Too tired to move, Yuichi slumped onto Nakamaru. He lay there, eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath under his own weight, and slipped into a dreamless slumber as the rest of his bandmates fucked around him.
Nakamaru woke up, bed stiflingly hot, under what felt like far too many covers. He’d had the strangest dream-- he was nowhere near narcissistic enough to actually want to fuck himself, was he? And why would the rest of his group be there to witness it? He shook himself to try and get the images out of his head, freezing when he heard a sleepy protest.
He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes quickly to get it over with. He’d have fallen off of his bed, again, had he not been the bottom of a pile of sticky limbs, though none were copies of his own.
So much for that being a dream.
Mirror Match
Nakamaru Yuichi/Nakamaru Yuichi, KAT-TU
NC-17-- inexplicable magic and KAT-TU are voyeurs
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Nakamaru woke up to an unfamiliar warmth in his bed. It was a bit nerve-wracking, to say the least, considering he’d stayed in the night before, turning in early after watching a documentary.
Slowly, eyes scrunched tight, Nakamaru rolled over as quietly as he could. He cracked one eye open, gasped a bit, and promptly fell backwards off the bed. He had been joined during the night by himself, and he was fairly certain he didn’t have any secret twins.
Any chance of quietly slipping away and hoping it had been some kind of vivid dream vanished, the noise waking his other self up. Nakamaru had to admit, everyone was right, he did look kind of cute (Kame’s words, eagerly backed up by Koki) when he was bleary-eyed and blinking. He also looked a little ridiculous when startled, as evinced by the yelp his other-self made as he gathered the covers to his chest.
“What-!?”
“How-!?”
Nakamaru and other-Nakamaru spent a few moments spluttering at each other, before Nakamaru held up a hand for silence. Other-Nakamaru grudgingly shut his mouth, still wrapped in all of the blankets as they stared at each other. “Well, I have no idea how this happened, and I guess you don’t either. Am I right?”
Other-Nakamaru simply nodded. Nakamaru sighed as he looked off to the side. “I guess we’ll just go with it for now. For simplicity’s sake, we’ll call you Yuichi. You can go ahead and have the first shower, and I’ll try and get out of meeting with the rest of the guys today.”
Nakamaru gathered himself from the floor, stifling a yawn as he unlocked his phone to send a text message. There was no way they’d be convinced he was feeling under the weather if he spoke to them. I’m not feeling well today, I’ll talk to you later, and sorry for the trouble. There. Now to get on with the rest of the day.
Breakfast had been silent, only a little awkward. The two of them peaceably traded sections of the morning newspaper over toast, then silently divided the dishes. Nakamaru was pleasantly surprised that Other-Nakamaru insisted on tidying up. Nakamaru corrected himself mentally-- Yuichi-- he should make an effort to call him the right name, even if only in his head and especially if he was helping him clean his apartment.
As they surveyed the freshly-cleaned living room, Nakamaru turned to his doppelganger. “Maybe we could also finish up my coursework? I’ve kind of been putting it off for a few days. Then you could suggest what we do?”
It was still seriously weird to watch the way he shrugged noncommittally, and Nakamaru retrieved his school bag. The near-insurmountable stack of assignments was no match for their combined diligence, though Nakamaru had kept sneaking peeks at the way his other-self’s fingers danced across the pages. He could totally see why Kame kept trying to hold his hands all the time.
Just as Nakamaru thought they’d make it through the day with the minimum amount of awkwardness possible, the doorbell chimed and a key rattled in the lock. Nakamaru swore as Yuichi looked up in shock. Of all the times his bandmates had come over, this was the one time any of them actually made use of their copy of his key.
There was no way that Nakamaru could hide the fact that he’d skipped out on them because he’d somehow acquired a clone. They locked eyes, nodded at each other, and squared their shoulders. Yuichi put away the scattered textbooks and Nakamaru made his way to the living room. He made himself comfortable on the couch, and waited. It sounded like Koki was getting screechy on the other side of the door.
The altercation at Nakamaru’s front door subsided as Kame and Koki jostled each other playfully for the honor of being first inside as Ueda stayed back, content to observe. Taguchi loomed behind them, eyes seemingly following Koki. The four of them kicked off shoes and made their way to the living room and made themselves at home, Kame flopping onto the cushion next to Nakamaru as Ueda took the recliner. Koki plopped down in the floor on the other side of the coffee table and casually reached up to pull Taguchi down by the hem of his shirt.
Four sets of eyes were on him as Kame spoke. “We were worried about you, Nakamaru, so we decided to come over after we finished work today.”
Ueda peered at Nakamaru. “You look like you’re just fine.”
Damn their newfound sense of teamwork. Nakamaru sighed, focusing on a spot on the wall. “I am. I just had an unexpected guest,” he said simply. At that moment, Yuichi entered the room, and Nakamaru was not going to think about the look that had passed between Koki and Taguchi. Nor was he going to think of the delighted noise Kame had let slip or the appraising way Ueda’s eyes flicked between him and his clone.
How embarrassing. Nakamaru wished that he could disappear. Or maybe that he could throttle Koki for voicing the question that seemed to be on everyone’s minds. “You got a clone and stayed in so the two of you could have all of the kinky sex you wanted? That’s really unfair, Yucchi.”
Nakamaru squirmed under the scrutiny of his bandmates. “No!” He couldn’t believe that they were taking the whole situation better than he had, and in the direction they were quickly heading.
“You mean you’ve been holed up all day with your clone, and you haven’t fucked yourself?” Taguchi looked jealous. “I have to make do with a mirror, you know.”
Nakamaru glanced at Yuichi, hoping for some sort of moral support. Instead, his clone was looking down at him thoughtfully, the traitor. “You know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, Nakamaru. We should, just this once. Besides, you’re the one that said I could choose what to do after finishing your homework. You never said sex was out of the question.”
As soon as the words were uttered, all hell seemed to break loose, if all of the grabby hands counted. Nakamaru had no idea how Koki had gotten to his side so quickly, and against his and Kame’s hands, Nakamaru’s shirts were no match. He caught sight of Taguchi undressing his clone rather more sedately than he was being disrobed, and stopped thinking quite so hard when a hand slipped into his trousers.
Ueda stood, crossing the room to pull Nakamaru up by the wrist and drag him down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn’t bother to see if everyone else followed, as he was too preoccupied with Ueda’s hands yanking down his pants and underwear before walking him backwards to the bed.
Nakamaru allowed Ueda to push him backwards. He watched as Ueda shrugged out of his clothes and climbed to straddle him, pressing him onto his back. “Before this night is over I am at least going to watch you kiss yourself, if not more.”
Nakamaru wasn’t alone in groaning at Ueda’s declaration; Kame and Koki had just dragged his clone into the room, clothes already lost in the melee. Taguchi followed the procession, still unbuttoning his shirt. Ueda rolled off of Nakamaru, a glance toward Kame seemingly instructing the youngest to guide Yuichi to join him on the bed.
Nakamaru gasped when he felt Yuichi’s dick press against him; he hadn’t realized he was so painfully hard. He chalked it up to all of the distractions, namely Ueda’s fingers trailing between his legs, already slick with lube from the nightstand drawer. He also couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way Kame and Koki were practically entwined at the foot of his bed, and the way Koki kept pressing back against Taguchi’s fingers.
Ueda slipped one finger inside, and Nakamaru couldn’t help letting his legs fall open wider as his hips bucked up. He could barely think, unable to process the fact that he was being straddled by himself and they were being urged to fuck by his bandmates.
Nakamaru wound hands around shoulders that were exactly the same as his own, tongue flicking against his own lips. It was actually pretty hot, especially since the rest of his group was encouraging it, though from the sounds of it, they were occupied with each other.
Fingers pressed against a spot that jolted Nakamaru’s whole body, and he opened his eyes just enough to see the wicked smirk playing along Ueda’s lips. Nakamaru managed to peer around his clone, watching the lines of Taguchi’s back as he pounded up into Koki; from his vantage point it looked like they were watching him in the dresser mirror. He thought that he’d lost track of Kame, but the mirror showed him between Koki’s legs, putting his mouth to work. Nakamaru couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to anything else, though, as his clone wound fingers into his hair and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Everything seemed to fade into the background as Nakamaru felt Ueda’s fingers slip out of him and his clone’s cock slide inside, stuffing him fuller than he could ever remember. He opened his eyes, simply looking up at his other self, Ueda barely on the edge of his peripheral vision with a hand on his own cock. Nakamaru nodded, still strange to see his own face above himself, and cried out as his clone pulled out and thrust slowly back in. The pace was smooth and sedate, in contrast to the way the rest of the room’s occupants seemed frantic and rushed, at least until Nakamaru heard Ueda murmur, “Faster.”
Nakamaru watched his clone’s eyes flash for the barest second before he obeyed, hiking one of his legs up and changing the angle as he complied. All Nakamaru could do was clench his hands into the sheets as he tried his best to roll into the thrusts and subtly gain friction against his dick; he was harder than he’d ever been in his entire life. His eyes shut of their own accord when Yuichi pried one of his hands out of the linens and twined their fingers around his aching cock.
Just a few hard strokes, and Nakamaru felt himself spilling over their hands as his clone stilled above him. They moaned in stereo as their orgasms simultaneously washed over them, and Nakamaru thought he’d heard an answering chorus of appreciative groans.
Too tired to move, Yuichi slumped onto Nakamaru. He lay there, eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath under his own weight, and slipped into a dreamless slumber as the rest of his bandmates fucked around him.
Nakamaru woke up, bed stiflingly hot, under what felt like far too many covers. He’d had the strangest dream-- he was nowhere near narcissistic enough to actually want to fuck himself, was he? And why would the rest of his group be there to witness it? He shook himself to try and get the images out of his head, freezing when he heard a sleepy protest.
He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes quickly to get it over with. He’d have fallen off of his bed, again, had he not been the bottom of a pile of sticky limbs, though none were copies of his own.
So much for that being a dream.