[last_pleasure Remix!fic] Arrangements for lust - Plastic Tree, Tadashi/Akira.
Title: Arrangements for lust
Band / Pairing: Plastic Tree / Tadashi/Akira
Rating: R
A/N: My entry for last_pleasure's remix. For the remix, I chose mimei/bluetent's untitled fic. Though seeing as that is a companion fic in itself, this one's more like a... companion's companion. Oh well, I hope it breaks no rules.
The fic is (trying to be) a retelling of the happenings from Akira's POV. Comments are, as always, appreciated.
Arrangements for lust.
It had started off as an accommodation. Simple as that; you have two normal men with normal urges, unable to maintain a regular relationship because of an unusual profession, both of them finding one night stands unappealing. They were close enough to understand each other's problem and to find a solution to it without much fuzz. What helped even more was the fact that they shared the reason for their problem; the lust for the same, unreachable person.
Truth to be told, Akira was surprised it was Tadashi who actually brought up the issue. He'd always deemed the older man to be more of a steady relationship-type and not one for sneaky little affairs. But at the same time, Tadashi was always the most convenient one, and this was as convenient a solution as it was possible.
As mentioned, it started off as an accommodation. Now... Akira wasn't just so sure anymore.
He had been certain that no one else knew about him and Tadashi. Furthermore, he had been certain that no one else knew about the reason that drove them into it. Especially not the reason himself. Then why was Ryuutarou acting so strange lately? One moment the man would be his usual nonchalant self and then transform into a smiling, flirting being that fixed his dark eyes on Akira and let pretty pleas fall from his pouty lips. And Akira would comply, always, with no hesitation. Anything for Ryuutarou.
Only later on he'd think back on these scenes and realise they only occurred when Tadashi was close. Quite possibly, or most likely, Ryuutarou's actions were only a test, or a sick form of amusement. But Akira dispelled those thoughts immediately because it hurt too much to think that those tiny bits of affection were only meant to make Tadashi jealous.
Jealousy. That was one more question to consider. Wasn't jealousy only something that occurred when there were emotions involved? You couldn't be jealous over something stemmed from lust. Yet the way Tadashi acted every time Akira happened to get too close to Ryuutarou implied nothing else. The tenseness of the bassist told wordlessly of the snide remark that he somehow managed to keep inside.
Tadashi never did anything on the scene. No matter how much flirting, how much teasing, he would remain seemingly calm and quiet. It was only later on, when they were back at their apartments, that Akira had to face the consequences.
Like today. Akira had to admit, maybe they had got a bit too far with the jokes with Ryuutarou. Still, it was nothing new, right? So why was Tadashi acting so... urgent?
The little foreplay they occasionally had was skipped over with no as much as a thought. Akira was roughly pushed down and mere moments later impaled with so much force his eyes snapped open and watered, the pain making a scream build up in his throat. He wanted to yell, to tell Tadashi to slow the fuck down but before any words could be processed a hand tangled up in his hair and yanked his head back. Akira's eyes screwed up in pain and he clenched his teeth, fighting back any reactions Tadashi might've been wishing for.
He knew the bassist was watching him, but wouldn't have opened his eyes and answered that look for any price. He would've rather kissed him or broken any other of their unspoken rules than opened his eyes at that moment. The hand in his hair never loosened its grip for a second.
That night Akira left as soon as his legs would carry him again.
Band / Pairing: Plastic Tree / Tadashi/Akira
Rating: R
A/N: My entry for last_pleasure's remix. For the remix, I chose mimei/bluetent's untitled fic. Though seeing as that is a companion fic in itself, this one's more like a... companion's companion. Oh well, I hope it breaks no rules.
The fic is (trying to be) a retelling of the happenings from Akira's POV. Comments are, as always, appreciated.
Arrangements for lust.
It had started off as an accommodation. Simple as that; you have two normal men with normal urges, unable to maintain a regular relationship because of an unusual profession, both of them finding one night stands unappealing. They were close enough to understand each other's problem and to find a solution to it without much fuzz. What helped even more was the fact that they shared the reason for their problem; the lust for the same, unreachable person.
Truth to be told, Akira was surprised it was Tadashi who actually brought up the issue. He'd always deemed the older man to be more of a steady relationship-type and not one for sneaky little affairs. But at the same time, Tadashi was always the most convenient one, and this was as convenient a solution as it was possible.
As mentioned, it started off as an accommodation. Now... Akira wasn't just so sure anymore.
He had been certain that no one else knew about him and Tadashi. Furthermore, he had been certain that no one else knew about the reason that drove them into it. Especially not the reason himself. Then why was Ryuutarou acting so strange lately? One moment the man would be his usual nonchalant self and then transform into a smiling, flirting being that fixed his dark eyes on Akira and let pretty pleas fall from his pouty lips. And Akira would comply, always, with no hesitation. Anything for Ryuutarou.
Only later on he'd think back on these scenes and realise they only occurred when Tadashi was close. Quite possibly, or most likely, Ryuutarou's actions were only a test, or a sick form of amusement. But Akira dispelled those thoughts immediately because it hurt too much to think that those tiny bits of affection were only meant to make Tadashi jealous.
Jealousy. That was one more question to consider. Wasn't jealousy only something that occurred when there were emotions involved? You couldn't be jealous over something stemmed from lust. Yet the way Tadashi acted every time Akira happened to get too close to Ryuutarou implied nothing else. The tenseness of the bassist told wordlessly of the snide remark that he somehow managed to keep inside.
Tadashi never did anything on the scene. No matter how much flirting, how much teasing, he would remain seemingly calm and quiet. It was only later on, when they were back at their apartments, that Akira had to face the consequences.
Like today. Akira had to admit, maybe they had got a bit too far with the jokes with Ryuutarou. Still, it was nothing new, right? So why was Tadashi acting so... urgent?
The little foreplay they occasionally had was skipped over with no as much as a thought. Akira was roughly pushed down and mere moments later impaled with so much force his eyes snapped open and watered, the pain making a scream build up in his throat. He wanted to yell, to tell Tadashi to slow the fuck down but before any words could be processed a hand tangled up in his hair and yanked his head back. Akira's eyes screwed up in pain and he clenched his teeth, fighting back any reactions Tadashi might've been wishing for.
He knew the bassist was watching him, but wouldn't have opened his eyes and answered that look for any price. He would've rather kissed him or broken any other of their unspoken rules than opened his eyes at that moment. The hand in his hair never loosened its grip for a second.
That night Akira left as soon as his legs would carry him again.