[Request] Second Part
Title: V Day Disaster
Fandom: Mis Snow Man, ABC-Z cameos
Pairings/Characters: Mis Snow Man
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by mousapelli, who wanted MSM all loving their leader.
When Sakuma agrees to let Hasshi help him with valentine day chocolates, he doesn’t really expect disaster to strike in the way it did. Actually the other isn’t as much of a kitchen disaster as he had feared, although well, the other doesn’t have the patience or skill to decorate the chocolates properly in the end and Sakuma sighs at the sad little crooked hearts for the members of ABC. At least Hasshi tried. And well, stirring the chocolate hadn’t been rocket science so that had been a task well accomplished by the other as well (plus reaching the higher shelves at the supermarket… why did some people just have to place ingredients or utensils that high?).
The other even brought special ‘Vanilla’ that he had gotten from his group mates the previous year. It had smelled good so Sakuma had figured that putting a bit into his own batch wouldn’t hurt.
Boy had he been mistaken. And that had been the start of his V Day Disaster.
He handed out the chocolates at the beginning of practice break - so that people could use the chocolate to replenish their sugar levels because lunch was apparently still taking a while.
“Yay! Thank you Sakuma!” Watanabe hugged him happily. “Your chocolates are pretty! Date’s are my favorite because well…they’re my favorite kind… but yours are definitely the prettiest!”
Kawai, lounging on one of the chairs in the Mis Snow Man changing room, sighed, “I envy you guys… those look really pretty… the ones Hasshi gave us this morning looked like Balkan ran them over… at least twice…and I can’t believe he still can’t spell our names in kanji properly…”
Sakuma laughed and explained, “It’s not that he couldn’t spell them…he ran out of sugar-paint to write because he did Totsuka-kun’s first.”
“…ah, that’s explains it…Tottsu’s still trying to think how to get that thing home because it’s too big for his bag…” Kawai snorted, remembering the ginormous chocolate heart.
The other boys also thanked Sakuma for his chocolate and all started to happily munch on it, needing the sugar after all the dancing - and all the paranoia because they had spent a good half hour searching for hidden cameras (or other bugs or whatever) EVERYWHERE on location and in their changing room. You could never be sure. Some of them had even made it custom to come in early and check before rehearsal actually started.
Kawai got up and ruffled Sakuma’s hair, “I’ll be back later. Going to check what’s going on in Kisumai’s changing room. Haven’t seen them around in a while after all.” With that he left.
Sakuma waved after his senpai before he noticed odd looks on him. “What’s wrong, everyone?”
“I want to touch your hair, too!” Abe spoke up, loud and earnestly before he went over to run his fingers through Sakuma’s hair gently. “It’s so nice and soft…and the new haircut looks really good on you, Daisuke!” he complimented.
“Uh…thanks, Abecchi…but uh, I’ve had it for a whi-…” Sakuma was interrupted when Iwamoto pulled him away, wrapping his arms around the shorter male possessively.
“I’m your favorite, right, Daisuke? Don’t let weird people touch your hair…” he insisted.
“Who’re you calling weird? You’re the weirdest one in here!” Abe complained. He and Iwamoto started a staring match first and then squabbled in the corner.
While those two were distracted, Watanabe latched onto Sakuma’s arm. “You like me, best, right?”
“Eh but Shota aren’t you-” Sakuma blinked but again he couldn’t finish what he was saying. Miyadate had wrapped his arms around him from the other side.
“You like people who’re good at acrobatics, right?” the other asked.
Sakuma blinked, what was going on??
Miyadate and Watanabe were shoved aside and the next thing Sakuma knew was that Fukazawa was kissing him - full on, on the lips. His eyes widened and he tried to push the other away.
“Wah! Fukka! No fair! That’s playing dirty!” Sanada tugged the other away.
Nozawa used the opening to steal Sakuma away, smirking. Sakuma stared up at the other.
“You like them tall, don’t you?” Nozawa whispered darkly and Sakuma shivered involuntarily.
“Sakumaaa!” he was pulled away by Sanada, who made kicked-puppy- eyes at him.
“I…WHAT?” he looked at his group mates. “What the hell is wrong with all of you??”
There was silence at first before a tug-o-war started between the other seven members again and Sakuma was pulled from one side to the other and back. That was until Watanabe had a ‘good’ idea.
“Let’s share him! Sakuma loves all of us after all, right?” he pointed out.
All of a sudden there were too many hands on him and they were touching him in places he knew weren’t appropriate for a time like this - lunch could be delivered any minute.
Using strength he saw that the other’s didn’t think he had, he pushed them off and made a dash out of the room. The chocolate. It must have been the chocolate.
He turned towards ABC-Zs changing room first but then turned on his heels and dashed towards the Kisumai one. Nobody would be in ABC-Zs room except maybe Kitayama to sleep quietly. And he had been right because upon entering the Kisumai changing room, he did not just find Hasshi there but also, Kawai, Goseki and Tottsu. “Hasshi! What the hell did you put into the chocolate?” he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, just in case his group mates were going to come and find him.
Hasshi blinked, “Huh? Was something wrong with it?”
Goseki raised an eyebrow, “Hasshi…did you use the pink liquid we gave you last year?”
The other nodded, like a puppy dutifully replying to its owner.
Totsuka groaned.
Turning around, Goseki smiled at Sakuma, “It’ll wear off in half an hour.”
Sakuma stared, “WHAT?”
The door was pushed open - he didn’t have enough strength to push back against seven other grown up males after all - and he was grabbed by both Nozawa and Iwamoto and dragged out. “That’s the wrong changing room, Sakkun! You shouldn’t develop a bad habit like…other people.”
Kawai protested with an, “Oi!” which went under in Kisumai’s snickers.
Sakuma flailed, “No! Help me! Senpai!”
“I hate you…all of you…” Sakuma muttered when he limped past his group mates to the second half of their rehearsal. When Abe tried to get up and help him, asking whether Sakuma had hurt himself somehow, the other barked, “Don’t touch me!” and then disappeared from the room. The seven others looked at each other, huge question-marks popping up over their heads.
Goseki and Kawai walked by the room and looked at the confused boys. “What happened?”
“We don’t know either…” Sanada replied. “Sakuma is acting weird…”
Chuckling softly, Goseki suggested, “Maybe you should give your leader some more love.”
OMAKE:
Sakuma stared at the pile of presents he got on white day. Rhinestone sets, tools, other sparkly stuff he could use for remaking things and decorations…
His whole group was looking at him with big, round eyes. “Don’t hate us! We love you!!”
He bolted from the room demanding to know whether Hasshi had been anywhere near his unit’s food again.
Title: Fairy Wings
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Nikaido x Senga
Rating: NC-17-ish
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, lime
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by snowqueenofhoth, who wanted more fairy wing porn.
“Rule number one…don’t accept something ABC-Z offers you…” Nikaido sighed and looked at Senga, who was floating in front of him, blue wings fluttering. “…rule number two…tell me you got stuff from ABC-Z before you share it with me, you idiot…”
Senga looked down guiltily, “I’m sorry, Nika-chan…”
“Ugh…we’re fairies again…” Nikaido looked around his room. It suddenly looked so huge. “Now what do we do? We’re tiny...and full of this stupid glitter stuff again…”
“And we can fly again!” Senga smiled happily, fluttering up higher.
Nikaido smiled gently, although he made sure that Senga wouldn’t see it. “You like that, don’t you?” his voice was probably a dead give-away though.
Senga flew down again and grabbed Nikaido’s hand, “Let’s fly around your room! It looks really cool from a different perspective! You should come and see it for yourself!”
Deciding to humor Senga for the time being, Nikaido let himself get dragged along. He had to admit that it did look cool to look at his room from this perspective…plus, somehow his fear of heights - or rather THEIR combined fear of heights - seemed to be nonexistent when in fairy-form.
After a while, they got tired of flying around though and landed on Nikaido’s bed, diving deep into the soft comforter. Senga flopped down onto his stomach and his wings fluttered when he stretched out happily. “Ah…this feels good!”
Seeing Senga’s wings, Nikaido was reminded of the last time they had been reduced to fairy size and he grinned, crawling to lie on top of the other. “You’re easy to please, aren’t you? You should get some standards, Kenpi…there’s feeling good…and feeling -good- after all…” he kissed the back of Senga’s neck and rubbed the base of the other’s wing gently.
Immediately Senga’s body arched up the blanket a bit and he whimpered, “Nika-chan!”
“These really are sensitive…” Nikaido mumbled and started to undress the other, “I’ll make you feel good again, Kenpi…so just stay still…”
Senga fisted some of the blanket they were lying on and nodded, biting back a whimper.
“We don’t have to worry about being loud…nobody will hear us like this…” Nikaido whispered and nibbled on a patch of skin surrounding the base of the light blue wing.
“Ah, Nika-chan!” Senga didn’t need to be told twice. It was a good thing he didn’t have to worry about staying quiet. He didn’t know if he would have managed very well.
Nikaido had both of them naked in a matter of moments and continued his ministrations, carefully kissing and licking Senga’s wings until he noticed how one of Senga’s hands had disappeared between the other’s legs. “…if you cum before we get to the good part I’ll hit you…”
“…but it feels so good, Nika…!” Senga whined but let go nonetheless.
“I’m getting there…” Nikaido pushed a slick finger into Senga - fairy dust was really handy - and started to stretch the other gently.
His own patience was wearing thin though so he hoped that Senga was ready enough when he pulled out his fingers again a few moments later. Now the interesting part was going to start. Senga was about to sit up but Nikaido kept the other down gently. “No…I want to try it differently this time…” he murmured and just made Senga raise his hips a little bit. “You’ll see…”
Pushing into the other, Nikaido wrapped his arms around Senga carefully. He kissed the back of the other’s neck gently and then aligned their wings so that they were rubbing against each other as he moved. His first thrust sent sparks through his body and he wondered whether he’d actually last all that long like this. The sensations were so strong. Senga jerking against him sharply showed that the other was probably in a similar situation.
“Takashi…” yes, the other definitely liked it, Nikaido mused. Senga was using his first name.
“No worries…I’m not stopping…” he reassured the other and continued to move his hips, making their wings slide against each other again and again.
No words could describe what he felt when the orgasm rolled over him not too much later. It started somewhere at the tip of his wing, slowly at first but then it rushed down and through his entire body like a wildfire and for a few moments his whole world first turned blue, green and then just burning white. When he came to again, he was lying on his bed in a slightly awkward position, reverted back to normal size, with Senga in his arms, who was still gasping for air softly.
“…that was…amazing, Nika-chan…” the other told him breathlessly.
Smirking, Nikaido leaned forward and kissed the spot on the other’s back, where the wings had been still until a few moments ago. “Yeah…but…every time with you feels amazing. Wings or not…”
Senga laughed softly, sounding a little tired but happy. He turned around and wrapped his arms back around Nikaido. “I agree…”
Title: Five Universes that didn't happen
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, NEWS
Pairings/Characters: Yamashita Tomohisa (and various incarnations) x Kitayama Hiromitsu (and Minato Ryosuke)
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, slight bit of violence
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by cierra_james, who wanted Five Universes that didn't happen with Yamapi x Kitayama.
1.
The nights of Kyoto were crisp and cold. Admiral Yamashita donned the blue and white jacket of the shinsengumi and rose, his swords rattling softly as he did so. “Let’s go.” There was a raid on tonight at one of the city’s infamous tea houses. It was said that they offered far more than just the usual entertainment to their guests and gave shelter to rebels.
Yamashita crept through the hallway of the establishment quietly, swiftly dealing with any opponent that got into his way. The rebels had been there after all and the raid was a success.
The last room he reached was dimly lit and a lone figure was sitting by the window, smoking. They were dressed like a very expensive prostitute. But Yamashita wasn’t going to be fooled. The women of the ninja clans could look innocent like a shrine maiden and murder you the next moment.
It didn’t surprise him that his strike was blocked right away.
“So you’ve finally found this place, haven’t you…Yamashita…” the pipe was dropped onto the tatami, which immediately burst into flames. A ring of fire formed around them. Yamashita cursed inwardly, he hadn’t smelled the oil when he had stepped into the room.
The figure rose from the floor and turned around to face him. It was a male, slender build but strong, judging from the way he held back Yamashita’s sword with his own.
“If I’m going to hell, I will take you with me…and then we’ll see how your men will do without you,” the other smirked.
Yamashita’s vision turned red. From the fire, the red fabric of the other’s garments and finally his and the other’s blood.
2.
Yamashita slumped down onto his chair in class with a sigh. Juggling work and school really was tough. Especially because schedules in show businesses tended to be clashing with school ones.
Somebody placed a stack of copies onto the table in front of him. “I don’t know how much they’ll help you but I hope at least a little bit?”
“Ah, Mitsu…thank you!” he smiled at his childhood friend. The two of them had grown up in the same neighborhood, their mothers befriending each other at the local supermarket and had ever since supported each other. After all neither of them had a husband to rely on anymore.
“You’re welcome, Tomo,” the other sat down next to him. “Lots of work?”
“I got the dancing teacher mad…” Yamashita sighed.
“Oh…?” Kitayama looked at the other.
“Yeah…I swear the guy’s out to kill me!” Yamashita sighed.
Kitayama just smiled sympathetically. “Soccer coach is no better if that helps?”
Yamashita smiled, “Thanks…”
“Say, Tomo…have you decided which school you’re going to take exams for? High school you know? The application period is ending soon…” Kitayama changed the topic then.
“Ah…about that…” Yamashita looked down. “My workplace picked which school I go to…they have a special class for people who work in the show business or play for a major sports team…”
Kitayama’s face fell a little, “…I see…guess we’ll split up, huh?”
“I…I guess…” it was sad and he was more than a little frustrated but he didn’t have a choice.
At their graduation, they exchange their buttons with silly grins. “We’ll both walk down our paths from here…we’ll move forward with no regrets…” Kitayama tells the other.
“No looking back…” Yamashita agrees and they hug and say goodbye.
Years and years later, Yamashita sits in a hotel room in Hong Kong and watches the soccer game on television. He isn’t much of a soccer fan but he’s promised to watch this match. It’s the final after all and there are only a few more minutes to go. If all fails now, it will come down to penalty kicks. He can tell that all the players are exhausted but still fighting. On both sides.
Then, there he is. Kitayama may be short but he’s quick and he steals the ball from between a tall Australian player’s legs. Sprinting off, he makes it into the opposing team’s half of the field and volleys the ball forward. The camera catches him folding his hands in a ‘please, please, please’ gesture as he stops to watch his team mates.
Two kicks later the ball flies past Australia’s goal keeper and into the net. The stadium explodes.
“Hey…I watched the game tonight,” Yamashita is on the phone the next morning, on his way to the press conference and his first overseas concert.
There’s a tired but happy laugh on the other end of the line. “Thanks…fell asleep?”
“No…it was an inspiring match…congratulations,” he smiles, although he knows the other cannot see.
Kitayama chuckles softly, “I’m happy to hear that from you.”
“When I come back to Tokyo…let’s go out for a drink?” Yamashita offers.
“I’ll be waiting. You make the girls over there happy first,” Kitayama tells him. “Move forward with no regrets...”
“Without looking back…” Yamashita finished the sentence.
3.
While Kazuma and the other two liked the brawl and butt their heads, Ryosuke would rather just watch quietly from the side. Of course he’d step in if push came to shove but at the moment things seemed to be going okay. It was just a stupid argument with one of the other schools in the area - Ryuzan High School. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Looking over to his left though, he was surprised to see a male, dressed in the Ryuzan uniform, also just sitting there and watching what the others were doing. He raised an eyebrow. It was actually one of the more notorious students from Ryuzan, if not their leader actually. He’d heard of the other from people in his class. Yajima Yusuke wasn’t known for any big fights and everything but he was infamous nonetheless. After all, being recognized at a school like Ryuzan as one of the top people wasn’t something easily accomplished.
The other acknowledged him with a nod and then turned his eyes back to the ‘brawl’ in front of them, probably thinking the same thing that Ryosuke did. Whether or not to break it up. It was getting repetitive and kind of boring. And it was getting late, too. He didn’t want to miss the last train. It was a pain in the ass to stay out when you were underage. Ryosuke didn’t want any cops after him again.
It was a few days later that he ran in to Yajima again by chance. He was buying something at the convenience store on his way home and the other had reached out to grab the same item from the shelf at the same time. He would have laughed at how much this seemed like a scene from a cheesy girl movie if he hadn’t been in public.
“Minato Ryosuke, right? From Mido Academy…” the other looked at him once they were outside the store and on the street again. “You live in the neighborhood?”
“Kind of…you’re Yajima Yusuke, right? The one they call leader of Ryuzan…” he asked back calmly.
“Wouldn’t call myself the leader but I am from Ryuzan…” he replied and then shouldered his case again.
Ryosuke looked at it, “What are you carrying around with you at this hour?”
“I just had a live performance with my band. I play the trumpet,” the other replied casually.
“Trumpet…? That’s…rare, isn’t it?” he asked. Ryosuke had never really heard from a ‘band’ that had a trumpet player really. Usually it was all about guitars, drums and basses…or at least he thought so. Not that he knew a lot about it, other than what people in his class told him about such things. He hadn’t been too interested most of the time either.
“Well, it makes us special,” the other grinned and then saluted to him. “See you around.”
He gave a sort-of-wave and continued on as well. Seemed like the other had a dream. Ryosuke wondered if he had any dreams himself. His future was more like a road blocked by thick fog. He couldn’t see where he was going at all and where he was headed towards.
4.
Captain Yamashita frowned. The pirate ship had been small compared to his marine fleet ship but its offensive powers had turned out to be far greater than anyone would have expected. Water was seeping into the MOLA and fires had started here and there as the pirates had wrecked havoc on the ship. His crew was fighting still but he had a feeling that they wouldn’t last much longer. He had fought off a bunch of pirates but he knew he wouldn’t be able to fend all of them off alone. He would be damned if he didn’t try though.
Steps could be heard and he looked up to see a figure emerge from the some. Captain Yamashita had to blink and look down again first because the other was a bit on the short end.
His eyes narrowed though because the other’s attire marked him as the captain of the pirates. It took him a few more moments until he recognized the face and his eyes widened, “Kitayama!”
“Ah, so you remember me? I’m honored…” Kitayama smirked.
“You traitor! So this is what you have been doing ever since you left the marine school…!” he accused the other. “Why?”
“I am not like you, Yamashita…I could not be a good boy…”
Their swords clashed once, twice, three times… Their strength was evenly matched. It would be a long fight. At least until his ship had completely sunken.
5.
By lunch time, a small crowd of female nurses and patients has gathered by the nurse’s station of the ICU. They’re trying to be subtle but because there are so many of them it’s kind of impossible. Then, the door of the doctor’s office is opened and everyone sucks in their breaths, is it time?
Although their squees are muffled, they’re still audible and enough and Aizawa once again curses the fact to have taken fashion advice from Kitayama. He’s wearing his usual blue scrubs again but now a white lab-coat has been added, marking him as a full-fledged doctor currently with hospital duty and not flight duty. His dark hair has gotten long, so he’s pulled it up into a simple ponytail although some bangs are still falling down on the sides of his face. The thick-rimmed glasses on his face are serving more the purpose of a fashion accessory than any actual need.
“Aizawa-sensei!” some of the girls (and women) squeal happily.
“It’s such a shame he’s already taken…” some of the nurses sigh softly. “No surprise there though.”
Fujikawa walks up to them and grins, “I’m still free! Anyone wanna come out tonight?”
“Pff…who’d go out with you?” they snub him and leave, to go and watch Aizawa eat lunch out by the helicopter hangar without a doubt. Normal personnel isn’t allowed there, it’s exclusive territory just for the Doctor Heli staff. And thus the only place where Aizawa can eat in peace.
Kitayama picks him up after work again with the car and he sighs, dropping into the passenger seat heavily. “…I’m not wearing these anymore…” he took the glasses off.
“I told you that you can do magic with just a few simple things although you have to wear work-clothes…” Kitayama grinned at him and drove off. “Promised you too much?”
“How do I get rid of those women again?” Aizawa groaned.
Smiling, Kitayama replied, “Consider it as your next challenge in life, Kousaku…”
Fandom: Mis Snow Man, ABC-Z cameos
Pairings/Characters: Mis Snow Man
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by mousapelli, who wanted MSM all loving their leader.
When Sakuma agrees to let Hasshi help him with valentine day chocolates, he doesn’t really expect disaster to strike in the way it did. Actually the other isn’t as much of a kitchen disaster as he had feared, although well, the other doesn’t have the patience or skill to decorate the chocolates properly in the end and Sakuma sighs at the sad little crooked hearts for the members of ABC. At least Hasshi tried. And well, stirring the chocolate hadn’t been rocket science so that had been a task well accomplished by the other as well (plus reaching the higher shelves at the supermarket… why did some people just have to place ingredients or utensils that high?).
The other even brought special ‘Vanilla’ that he had gotten from his group mates the previous year. It had smelled good so Sakuma had figured that putting a bit into his own batch wouldn’t hurt.
Boy had he been mistaken. And that had been the start of his V Day Disaster.
He handed out the chocolates at the beginning of practice break - so that people could use the chocolate to replenish their sugar levels because lunch was apparently still taking a while.
“Yay! Thank you Sakuma!” Watanabe hugged him happily. “Your chocolates are pretty! Date’s are my favorite because well…they’re my favorite kind… but yours are definitely the prettiest!”
Kawai, lounging on one of the chairs in the Mis Snow Man changing room, sighed, “I envy you guys… those look really pretty… the ones Hasshi gave us this morning looked like Balkan ran them over… at least twice…and I can’t believe he still can’t spell our names in kanji properly…”
Sakuma laughed and explained, “It’s not that he couldn’t spell them…he ran out of sugar-paint to write because he did Totsuka-kun’s first.”
“…ah, that’s explains it…Tottsu’s still trying to think how to get that thing home because it’s too big for his bag…” Kawai snorted, remembering the ginormous chocolate heart.
The other boys also thanked Sakuma for his chocolate and all started to happily munch on it, needing the sugar after all the dancing - and all the paranoia because they had spent a good half hour searching for hidden cameras (or other bugs or whatever) EVERYWHERE on location and in their changing room. You could never be sure. Some of them had even made it custom to come in early and check before rehearsal actually started.
Kawai got up and ruffled Sakuma’s hair, “I’ll be back later. Going to check what’s going on in Kisumai’s changing room. Haven’t seen them around in a while after all.” With that he left.
Sakuma waved after his senpai before he noticed odd looks on him. “What’s wrong, everyone?”
“I want to touch your hair, too!” Abe spoke up, loud and earnestly before he went over to run his fingers through Sakuma’s hair gently. “It’s so nice and soft…and the new haircut looks really good on you, Daisuke!” he complimented.
“Uh…thanks, Abecchi…but uh, I’ve had it for a whi-…” Sakuma was interrupted when Iwamoto pulled him away, wrapping his arms around the shorter male possessively.
“I’m your favorite, right, Daisuke? Don’t let weird people touch your hair…” he insisted.
“Who’re you calling weird? You’re the weirdest one in here!” Abe complained. He and Iwamoto started a staring match first and then squabbled in the corner.
While those two were distracted, Watanabe latched onto Sakuma’s arm. “You like me, best, right?”
“Eh but Shota aren’t you-” Sakuma blinked but again he couldn’t finish what he was saying. Miyadate had wrapped his arms around him from the other side.
“You like people who’re good at acrobatics, right?” the other asked.
Sakuma blinked, what was going on??
Miyadate and Watanabe were shoved aside and the next thing Sakuma knew was that Fukazawa was kissing him - full on, on the lips. His eyes widened and he tried to push the other away.
“Wah! Fukka! No fair! That’s playing dirty!” Sanada tugged the other away.
Nozawa used the opening to steal Sakuma away, smirking. Sakuma stared up at the other.
“You like them tall, don’t you?” Nozawa whispered darkly and Sakuma shivered involuntarily.
“Sakumaaa!” he was pulled away by Sanada, who made kicked-puppy- eyes at him.
“I…WHAT?” he looked at his group mates. “What the hell is wrong with all of you??”
There was silence at first before a tug-o-war started between the other seven members again and Sakuma was pulled from one side to the other and back. That was until Watanabe had a ‘good’ idea.
“Let’s share him! Sakuma loves all of us after all, right?” he pointed out.
All of a sudden there were too many hands on him and they were touching him in places he knew weren’t appropriate for a time like this - lunch could be delivered any minute.
Using strength he saw that the other’s didn’t think he had, he pushed them off and made a dash out of the room. The chocolate. It must have been the chocolate.
He turned towards ABC-Zs changing room first but then turned on his heels and dashed towards the Kisumai one. Nobody would be in ABC-Zs room except maybe Kitayama to sleep quietly. And he had been right because upon entering the Kisumai changing room, he did not just find Hasshi there but also, Kawai, Goseki and Tottsu. “Hasshi! What the hell did you put into the chocolate?” he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, just in case his group mates were going to come and find him.
Hasshi blinked, “Huh? Was something wrong with it?”
Goseki raised an eyebrow, “Hasshi…did you use the pink liquid we gave you last year?”
The other nodded, like a puppy dutifully replying to its owner.
Totsuka groaned.
Turning around, Goseki smiled at Sakuma, “It’ll wear off in half an hour.”
Sakuma stared, “WHAT?”
The door was pushed open - he didn’t have enough strength to push back against seven other grown up males after all - and he was grabbed by both Nozawa and Iwamoto and dragged out. “That’s the wrong changing room, Sakkun! You shouldn’t develop a bad habit like…other people.”
Kawai protested with an, “Oi!” which went under in Kisumai’s snickers.
Sakuma flailed, “No! Help me! Senpai!”
“I hate you…all of you…” Sakuma muttered when he limped past his group mates to the second half of their rehearsal. When Abe tried to get up and help him, asking whether Sakuma had hurt himself somehow, the other barked, “Don’t touch me!” and then disappeared from the room. The seven others looked at each other, huge question-marks popping up over their heads.
Goseki and Kawai walked by the room and looked at the confused boys. “What happened?”
“We don’t know either…” Sanada replied. “Sakuma is acting weird…”
Chuckling softly, Goseki suggested, “Maybe you should give your leader some more love.”
OMAKE:
Sakuma stared at the pile of presents he got on white day. Rhinestone sets, tools, other sparkly stuff he could use for remaking things and decorations…
His whole group was looking at him with big, round eyes. “Don’t hate us! We love you!!”
He bolted from the room demanding to know whether Hasshi had been anywhere near his unit’s food again.
Title: Fairy Wings
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairings/Characters: Nikaido x Senga
Rating: NC-17-ish
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, lime
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by snowqueenofhoth, who wanted more fairy wing porn.
“Rule number one…don’t accept something ABC-Z offers you…” Nikaido sighed and looked at Senga, who was floating in front of him, blue wings fluttering. “…rule number two…tell me you got stuff from ABC-Z before you share it with me, you idiot…”
Senga looked down guiltily, “I’m sorry, Nika-chan…”
“Ugh…we’re fairies again…” Nikaido looked around his room. It suddenly looked so huge. “Now what do we do? We’re tiny...and full of this stupid glitter stuff again…”
“And we can fly again!” Senga smiled happily, fluttering up higher.
Nikaido smiled gently, although he made sure that Senga wouldn’t see it. “You like that, don’t you?” his voice was probably a dead give-away though.
Senga flew down again and grabbed Nikaido’s hand, “Let’s fly around your room! It looks really cool from a different perspective! You should come and see it for yourself!”
Deciding to humor Senga for the time being, Nikaido let himself get dragged along. He had to admit that it did look cool to look at his room from this perspective…plus, somehow his fear of heights - or rather THEIR combined fear of heights - seemed to be nonexistent when in fairy-form.
After a while, they got tired of flying around though and landed on Nikaido’s bed, diving deep into the soft comforter. Senga flopped down onto his stomach and his wings fluttered when he stretched out happily. “Ah…this feels good!”
Seeing Senga’s wings, Nikaido was reminded of the last time they had been reduced to fairy size and he grinned, crawling to lie on top of the other. “You’re easy to please, aren’t you? You should get some standards, Kenpi…there’s feeling good…and feeling -good- after all…” he kissed the back of Senga’s neck and rubbed the base of the other’s wing gently.
Immediately Senga’s body arched up the blanket a bit and he whimpered, “Nika-chan!”
“These really are sensitive…” Nikaido mumbled and started to undress the other, “I’ll make you feel good again, Kenpi…so just stay still…”
Senga fisted some of the blanket they were lying on and nodded, biting back a whimper.
“We don’t have to worry about being loud…nobody will hear us like this…” Nikaido whispered and nibbled on a patch of skin surrounding the base of the light blue wing.
“Ah, Nika-chan!” Senga didn’t need to be told twice. It was a good thing he didn’t have to worry about staying quiet. He didn’t know if he would have managed very well.
Nikaido had both of them naked in a matter of moments and continued his ministrations, carefully kissing and licking Senga’s wings until he noticed how one of Senga’s hands had disappeared between the other’s legs. “…if you cum before we get to the good part I’ll hit you…”
“…but it feels so good, Nika…!” Senga whined but let go nonetheless.
“I’m getting there…” Nikaido pushed a slick finger into Senga - fairy dust was really handy - and started to stretch the other gently.
His own patience was wearing thin though so he hoped that Senga was ready enough when he pulled out his fingers again a few moments later. Now the interesting part was going to start. Senga was about to sit up but Nikaido kept the other down gently. “No…I want to try it differently this time…” he murmured and just made Senga raise his hips a little bit. “You’ll see…”
Pushing into the other, Nikaido wrapped his arms around Senga carefully. He kissed the back of the other’s neck gently and then aligned their wings so that they were rubbing against each other as he moved. His first thrust sent sparks through his body and he wondered whether he’d actually last all that long like this. The sensations were so strong. Senga jerking against him sharply showed that the other was probably in a similar situation.
“Takashi…” yes, the other definitely liked it, Nikaido mused. Senga was using his first name.
“No worries…I’m not stopping…” he reassured the other and continued to move his hips, making their wings slide against each other again and again.
No words could describe what he felt when the orgasm rolled over him not too much later. It started somewhere at the tip of his wing, slowly at first but then it rushed down and through his entire body like a wildfire and for a few moments his whole world first turned blue, green and then just burning white. When he came to again, he was lying on his bed in a slightly awkward position, reverted back to normal size, with Senga in his arms, who was still gasping for air softly.
“…that was…amazing, Nika-chan…” the other told him breathlessly.
Smirking, Nikaido leaned forward and kissed the spot on the other’s back, where the wings had been still until a few moments ago. “Yeah…but…every time with you feels amazing. Wings or not…”
Senga laughed softly, sounding a little tired but happy. He turned around and wrapped his arms back around Nikaido. “I agree…”
Title: Five Universes that didn't happen
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, NEWS
Pairings/Characters: Yamashita Tomohisa (and various incarnations) x Kitayama Hiromitsu (and Minato Ryosuke)
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, slight bit of violence
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: Requested by cierra_james, who wanted Five Universes that didn't happen with Yamapi x Kitayama.
1.
The nights of Kyoto were crisp and cold. Admiral Yamashita donned the blue and white jacket of the shinsengumi and rose, his swords rattling softly as he did so. “Let’s go.” There was a raid on tonight at one of the city’s infamous tea houses. It was said that they offered far more than just the usual entertainment to their guests and gave shelter to rebels.
Yamashita crept through the hallway of the establishment quietly, swiftly dealing with any opponent that got into his way. The rebels had been there after all and the raid was a success.
The last room he reached was dimly lit and a lone figure was sitting by the window, smoking. They were dressed like a very expensive prostitute. But Yamashita wasn’t going to be fooled. The women of the ninja clans could look innocent like a shrine maiden and murder you the next moment.
It didn’t surprise him that his strike was blocked right away.
“So you’ve finally found this place, haven’t you…Yamashita…” the pipe was dropped onto the tatami, which immediately burst into flames. A ring of fire formed around them. Yamashita cursed inwardly, he hadn’t smelled the oil when he had stepped into the room.
The figure rose from the floor and turned around to face him. It was a male, slender build but strong, judging from the way he held back Yamashita’s sword with his own.
“If I’m going to hell, I will take you with me…and then we’ll see how your men will do without you,” the other smirked.
Yamashita’s vision turned red. From the fire, the red fabric of the other’s garments and finally his and the other’s blood.
2.
Yamashita slumped down onto his chair in class with a sigh. Juggling work and school really was tough. Especially because schedules in show businesses tended to be clashing with school ones.
Somebody placed a stack of copies onto the table in front of him. “I don’t know how much they’ll help you but I hope at least a little bit?”
“Ah, Mitsu…thank you!” he smiled at his childhood friend. The two of them had grown up in the same neighborhood, their mothers befriending each other at the local supermarket and had ever since supported each other. After all neither of them had a husband to rely on anymore.
“You’re welcome, Tomo,” the other sat down next to him. “Lots of work?”
“I got the dancing teacher mad…” Yamashita sighed.
“Oh…?” Kitayama looked at the other.
“Yeah…I swear the guy’s out to kill me!” Yamashita sighed.
Kitayama just smiled sympathetically. “Soccer coach is no better if that helps?”
Yamashita smiled, “Thanks…”
“Say, Tomo…have you decided which school you’re going to take exams for? High school you know? The application period is ending soon…” Kitayama changed the topic then.
“Ah…about that…” Yamashita looked down. “My workplace picked which school I go to…they have a special class for people who work in the show business or play for a major sports team…”
Kitayama’s face fell a little, “…I see…guess we’ll split up, huh?”
“I…I guess…” it was sad and he was more than a little frustrated but he didn’t have a choice.
At their graduation, they exchange their buttons with silly grins. “We’ll both walk down our paths from here…we’ll move forward with no regrets…” Kitayama tells the other.
“No looking back…” Yamashita agrees and they hug and say goodbye.
Years and years later, Yamashita sits in a hotel room in Hong Kong and watches the soccer game on television. He isn’t much of a soccer fan but he’s promised to watch this match. It’s the final after all and there are only a few more minutes to go. If all fails now, it will come down to penalty kicks. He can tell that all the players are exhausted but still fighting. On both sides.
Then, there he is. Kitayama may be short but he’s quick and he steals the ball from between a tall Australian player’s legs. Sprinting off, he makes it into the opposing team’s half of the field and volleys the ball forward. The camera catches him folding his hands in a ‘please, please, please’ gesture as he stops to watch his team mates.
Two kicks later the ball flies past Australia’s goal keeper and into the net. The stadium explodes.
“Hey…I watched the game tonight,” Yamashita is on the phone the next morning, on his way to the press conference and his first overseas concert.
There’s a tired but happy laugh on the other end of the line. “Thanks…fell asleep?”
“No…it was an inspiring match…congratulations,” he smiles, although he knows the other cannot see.
Kitayama chuckles softly, “I’m happy to hear that from you.”
“When I come back to Tokyo…let’s go out for a drink?” Yamashita offers.
“I’ll be waiting. You make the girls over there happy first,” Kitayama tells him. “Move forward with no regrets...”
“Without looking back…” Yamashita finished the sentence.
3.
While Kazuma and the other two liked the brawl and butt their heads, Ryosuke would rather just watch quietly from the side. Of course he’d step in if push came to shove but at the moment things seemed to be going okay. It was just a stupid argument with one of the other schools in the area - Ryuzan High School. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Looking over to his left though, he was surprised to see a male, dressed in the Ryuzan uniform, also just sitting there and watching what the others were doing. He raised an eyebrow. It was actually one of the more notorious students from Ryuzan, if not their leader actually. He’d heard of the other from people in his class. Yajima Yusuke wasn’t known for any big fights and everything but he was infamous nonetheless. After all, being recognized at a school like Ryuzan as one of the top people wasn’t something easily accomplished.
The other acknowledged him with a nod and then turned his eyes back to the ‘brawl’ in front of them, probably thinking the same thing that Ryosuke did. Whether or not to break it up. It was getting repetitive and kind of boring. And it was getting late, too. He didn’t want to miss the last train. It was a pain in the ass to stay out when you were underage. Ryosuke didn’t want any cops after him again.
It was a few days later that he ran in to Yajima again by chance. He was buying something at the convenience store on his way home and the other had reached out to grab the same item from the shelf at the same time. He would have laughed at how much this seemed like a scene from a cheesy girl movie if he hadn’t been in public.
“Minato Ryosuke, right? From Mido Academy…” the other looked at him once they were outside the store and on the street again. “You live in the neighborhood?”
“Kind of…you’re Yajima Yusuke, right? The one they call leader of Ryuzan…” he asked back calmly.
“Wouldn’t call myself the leader but I am from Ryuzan…” he replied and then shouldered his case again.
Ryosuke looked at it, “What are you carrying around with you at this hour?”
“I just had a live performance with my band. I play the trumpet,” the other replied casually.
“Trumpet…? That’s…rare, isn’t it?” he asked. Ryosuke had never really heard from a ‘band’ that had a trumpet player really. Usually it was all about guitars, drums and basses…or at least he thought so. Not that he knew a lot about it, other than what people in his class told him about such things. He hadn’t been too interested most of the time either.
“Well, it makes us special,” the other grinned and then saluted to him. “See you around.”
He gave a sort-of-wave and continued on as well. Seemed like the other had a dream. Ryosuke wondered if he had any dreams himself. His future was more like a road blocked by thick fog. He couldn’t see where he was going at all and where he was headed towards.
4.
Captain Yamashita frowned. The pirate ship had been small compared to his marine fleet ship but its offensive powers had turned out to be far greater than anyone would have expected. Water was seeping into the MOLA and fires had started here and there as the pirates had wrecked havoc on the ship. His crew was fighting still but he had a feeling that they wouldn’t last much longer. He had fought off a bunch of pirates but he knew he wouldn’t be able to fend all of them off alone. He would be damned if he didn’t try though.
Steps could be heard and he looked up to see a figure emerge from the some. Captain Yamashita had to blink and look down again first because the other was a bit on the short end.
His eyes narrowed though because the other’s attire marked him as the captain of the pirates. It took him a few more moments until he recognized the face and his eyes widened, “Kitayama!”
“Ah, so you remember me? I’m honored…” Kitayama smirked.
“You traitor! So this is what you have been doing ever since you left the marine school…!” he accused the other. “Why?”
“I am not like you, Yamashita…I could not be a good boy…”
Their swords clashed once, twice, three times… Their strength was evenly matched. It would be a long fight. At least until his ship had completely sunken.
5.
By lunch time, a small crowd of female nurses and patients has gathered by the nurse’s station of the ICU. They’re trying to be subtle but because there are so many of them it’s kind of impossible. Then, the door of the doctor’s office is opened and everyone sucks in their breaths, is it time?
Although their squees are muffled, they’re still audible and enough and Aizawa once again curses the fact to have taken fashion advice from Kitayama. He’s wearing his usual blue scrubs again but now a white lab-coat has been added, marking him as a full-fledged doctor currently with hospital duty and not flight duty. His dark hair has gotten long, so he’s pulled it up into a simple ponytail although some bangs are still falling down on the sides of his face. The thick-rimmed glasses on his face are serving more the purpose of a fashion accessory than any actual need.
“Aizawa-sensei!” some of the girls (and women) squeal happily.
“It’s such a shame he’s already taken…” some of the nurses sigh softly. “No surprise there though.”
Fujikawa walks up to them and grins, “I’m still free! Anyone wanna come out tonight?”
“Pff…who’d go out with you?” they snub him and leave, to go and watch Aizawa eat lunch out by the helicopter hangar without a doubt. Normal personnel isn’t allowed there, it’s exclusive territory just for the Doctor Heli staff. And thus the only place where Aizawa can eat in peace.
Kitayama picks him up after work again with the car and he sighs, dropping into the passenger seat heavily. “…I’m not wearing these anymore…” he took the glasses off.
“I told you that you can do magic with just a few simple things although you have to wear work-clothes…” Kitayama grinned at him and drove off. “Promised you too much?”
“How do I get rid of those women again?” Aizawa groaned.
Smiling, Kitayama replied, “Consider it as your next challenge in life, Kousaku…”