[One Shot] Chain Reaction (NC-17)
Title: Chain Reaction
Author: kira_shadow
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: HiroSuke
Rating: NC-17ish
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, (bad) PORN. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Bleh.
Author's Note: Written in reply to the prompts from the New Years Fic Meme...so yeah it's kinda 2 fics in one? And yes I am too lazy to post this in the meme thread and...uh...yeah I know the end kinda sucks but I have a smut-block right now.
Who I want: Kitayama x Fujigaya
What I want: playzone 09 verse. What if Kitayama didn't help Uchi and Fujigaya get together?
Who I want: Kitayama/anyone
What I want: As long as Kitayama takes it up the ass, I don't care. There is not enough Uke!Kitayama fic!
“Why are you trying to defend him?” Fujigaya throws down the fishing rod and rises to his feet. He glares down at Kitayama’s shorter form but there’s more than just anger in his eyes. It catches Kitayama off-guard because it’s something he didn’t expect to see there.
It’s jealousy.
Fujigaya grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him back against a nearby tree. “Why do you pay attention to him? Wasn’t it you, who was talking about our group and teamwork? Why would you out of all people care about an outsider? Or well, about someone like him…someone you should want to surpass because you’ve had enough of just staring at his back while you’re on stage… You should just think about your own group…about Kis-My-Ft2…about…about…” the other’s voice falters slightly. “About me…”
Something akin to hurt and betrayal swings in his voice and Kitayama is painfully reminded of the scene he witnessed years back when the relationship between Fujigaya and Uchi went sour. Just that this time around, it’s him who’s causing these feelings to arise.
“I thought you were just a big idiot…but you’re blind, too…on top of it, it seems…” Fujigaya starts to let go of him again and to pulls back but Kitayama stops him mid-movement by grabbing the other’s wrist and keeping him from moving away any further. In fact he yanks on the other’s wrist a bit more strongly the next moment so that Fujigaya stumbles into and against him. The material of the other’s rain-coat rustles softly as they move.
Kitayama looks into Fujigaya’s eyes and his expression softens a bit. Sighing, he shakes his head at his band-mate. “I -was- thinking about you, you idiot. You know, some people would think that it would make you feel better if you made up with Uchi again…but I guess there was more to it than just a friendship gone bad…”
“Kitayam-“ he cuts the other off mid-word and crushes their lips together. Kitayama feels Fujigaya tense up for a few moments before the younger male starts to kiss him back fiercely and almost possessively. There are a lot of emotions in the kiss and although he has expected it, Kitayama still feels a little surprised at their intensity. It seemed that there was far more that he didn’t know about the other than he had thought. Fujigaya was not the best at hiding things usually but he had done a pretty good job at hiding this.
He raises his hand and pushes some of the chestnut colored locks out of Fujigaya’s face and caresses the other’s cheek gently, before gently but firmly pushing his band-mate away a little bit. “Fu-… Taisuke…” he started slowly, “…please be honest with me this time around then. What do you want to do…and what do you want to happen…? The fact that the show’s on soon won’t change…”
“Don’t you always proclaim to be the leader?” Fujigaya challenges him playfully.
Clicking his tongue, Kitayama scoffs, “Brat…” before he closes his eyes to sigh softly. “I want us - Kisumai - to do their best. If we have to shine on that stage alone, so be it. If he and the others are going to join us in the spotlight…we shall do our best to outshine them then. After all we’re on the go with all our soul…” He sticks out his tongue and Fujigaya snorts softly at the rather lame joke but the taller male looks satisfied with the answer.
“Now…pack up those fishing utensils of yours…we have a busy day ahead of us…which I won’t survive unless you offer me your lap or shoulder to crash on for a bit…” after all he’d been up all night trying to sort out people’s fashion problems and having a somewhat meaningful conversation with Uchi.
He’s glad Fujigaya hasn’t noticed the little bruising on his cheek. It would’ve just led to unnecessary questions and would’ve pissed the other off further.
When they arrive at the studio where final rehearsals are going to start in a few hours time, Kitayama swears to himself never to feel safe before he can confirm it 100% ever again because when they are halfway through changing into their red jerseys, Fujigaya stops him and turns his head to look at his cheek.
“…what happened? Where’s this from?” the other asks him, eyes looking directly into his. The look is piercing and he knows it doesn’t permit any weird excuse or one of his ‘idiotic brush-offs’. “Who did this to you, Hiromitsu?” The fact that he other calls him by his first name doesn’t help the situation one bit. Kitayama finds himself swallowing nervously. He has to drop the bomb or risk a dangerous dud going off at a later point.
“…before you draw the wrong conclusions…it was partially my fault, too…” he tries to ease the impact a little bit. “I was talking…nonsense…and provoked him. So Uchi hit me.”
“What?” Fujigaya’s eyes narrow dangerously and Kitayama has to stop the other from stomping out of the room and hunting a certain Osakan down.
“I told you it was partially my fault! I was saying things that upset him-“
“Just…Stop talking about him, will you? And stop defending him again!” Fujigaya glares at him and the next moment Kitayama is shoved down onto the pile of gymnastic mats (he hopes it’s not Senga’s because that boy sweats even when they do ‘Yara-Yoga’ to stretch before dancing). Fujigaya follows quickly and looms over him, eyes dark.
A hand caresses his bruised cheek gently, followed by a pair of soft lips, which then proceeds to wander to his own lips. The kiss is gentler than the one they shared previously. The words that follow are a stark contrast to it. “I’ll make you forget all about him…you won’t be able to think about something as unnecessary as him anymore…”
Kitayama doesn’t even have to time think about how unfair it is that he’s already half-naked while Fujigaya is already fully dressed in his jersey. The other’s lips on his skin are too much of a distraction. Things jerk back from being slightly fuzzy to being clear when the other suddenly bites down on a patch of skin at his hip-bone and sucks on it. He realizes that it’s Fujigaya silently making the statement ‘An eye for an eye and a bruise for a bruise’ probably. And admittedly, that one is the better bruise out of the two.
“…there’s a gel that I usually use to rub sore muscles with in my bag…because if I’m unable to move and not to mention dance properly Yaracchi will have our heads…” Kitayama grates out between gasps when Fujigaya’s breathing gets too close but not quite close enough to his groin. His member is twitching with anticipation and he can see from his position that Fujigaya is no better shape because the outline of the other’s cock is clearly visible, straining against the sweatpants.
“You come prepared, huh?” Fujigaya snorts softly.
Kitayama looks away and mumbles, “Not really. I got it from Senga…along with the implications for ‘further usage’…” He notices Fujigaya’s horrified look. “Don’t ask.”
“…too much information…” the other comments but reaches into the bag for the gel nonetheless. Squeezing a reasonable amount onto his fingers, he slicks the digits until he’s satisfied and proceeds to prod Kitayama’s entrance with his index finger.
It seems to move slowly at first but once the first finger is inside Kitayama the second and third follow suit quickly. Despite that the older of the two males starts to complain that Fujigaya is a tease and his taking too damn long to do this. “If you keep going at this pace, I’ll just start thinking about useless stuff again…” the challenge is evident in his words as clear as day and Fujigaya only grunts softly in response.
“Don’t complain later then…”
Kitayama almost considers going back on his words when Fujigaya pushes into him a few moments later. The other doesn’t give him enough time to properly adjust himself and thrusts even deeper into him with a roll of his hips, hitting a spot inside of Kitayama that makes his vision blank out for a few moments. “Fuck!”
“I’m already at it,” Fujigaya growls and rocks his hips forward again. A small smirk appears on his lips when it has an even better effect than the last time. He knows he’s good at this and he knows Kitayama knows it, too…and that it’s not just when dry-humping the stage during their songs.
But so is he and Fujigaya groans into the his shoulder when Kitayama moves back against him. “You know that there are always two players to a game…”
“Just shut up and concentrate on this, will you…”
“If you’d just concentrate on fucking me and not on feeling all smug, I would?”
Fujigaya doesn’t need to be told twice as he moves on to thrust into the other with all he’s got. The raw emotions are rushing through him as he does and he can see on the other’s face and eyes that it’s no different for Kitayama.
Somewhere half way through, he reaches between them to jerk himself off in time with Fujigaya’s hip movements and the sight seems to turn the other on even more and he feels his younger band-mate thrusting into him even more vigorously.
“I’m-“
“I know…”
Fujigaya moves a bit to adjust his position which causes the mats to slide around and they both lose their hold for a bit. The other slides out of him with a surprised and slightly painful sounding hiss. Kitayama finds himself face to face with the other’s cock the next moment. He smirks a bit and flicks his tongue over the tip playfully. It’s all it takes to send Fujigaya over the edge and Kitayama groans as well when he feels something warm splash onto his face and neck, as he tilts his head up to look at Fujigaya’s face. The look on the other’s face pushes him over the edge as well.
When they both regain enough composure again, Fujigaya sees the mess he’s made and offers a meek, “Sorry…?”
“…you should be glad I’m not as anal about my hair like yourself or Tama-chan…” he remarks dryly but with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Fujigaya snorts and then goes to find a cloth or whatever to get them cleaned up again.
Once they’re clean again, they lie and rest on the pile of mats, Kitayama’s head bedded comfortably on Fujigaya’s stomach more or less - he is lying on his stomach as well, avoiding his slightly aggravated backside for the time being.
Before sleep claims him completely, Kitayama slurs softly, “We’ll shine on stage together. The seven of us…will take over the audience in a revolution~”
“…what the hell are you talking about?” Fujigaya asks him tiredly.
“I’m talking about Kisumai Kakumei…” Kitayama chuckles softly. “Isn’t that what you wanted? A revolution right there on stage…with the seven of us…outshining everyone else… and sweeping the audience away...”
“…note to self, you’re already an idiot when you’re awake…you turn into an even bigger idiot when you’re about to fall asleep…”
“I love you, too, Taipi…” and with that, Kitayama starts to snore softly.
Fujigaya rolls his eyes but runs his fingers through the other’s hair affectionately before he closes his eyes as well to catch a few minutes of sleep before the rehearsal room is going to be invaded by Fake-Tsubasas, Gorillas, Otakus, Squids and the cleaning-combini again.
Author: kira_shadow
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2
Pairings: HiroSuke
Rating: NC-17ish
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, (bad) PORN. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Bleh.
Author's Note: Written in reply to the prompts from the New Years Fic Meme...so yeah it's kinda 2 fics in one? And yes I am too lazy to post this in the meme thread and...uh...yeah I know the end kinda sucks but I have a smut-block right now.
Who I want: Kitayama x Fujigaya
What I want: playzone 09 verse. What if Kitayama didn't help Uchi and Fujigaya get together?
Who I want: Kitayama/anyone
What I want: As long as Kitayama takes it up the ass, I don't care. There is not enough Uke!Kitayama fic!
“Why are you trying to defend him?” Fujigaya throws down the fishing rod and rises to his feet. He glares down at Kitayama’s shorter form but there’s more than just anger in his eyes. It catches Kitayama off-guard because it’s something he didn’t expect to see there.
It’s jealousy.
Fujigaya grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him back against a nearby tree. “Why do you pay attention to him? Wasn’t it you, who was talking about our group and teamwork? Why would you out of all people care about an outsider? Or well, about someone like him…someone you should want to surpass because you’ve had enough of just staring at his back while you’re on stage… You should just think about your own group…about Kis-My-Ft2…about…about…” the other’s voice falters slightly. “About me…”
Something akin to hurt and betrayal swings in his voice and Kitayama is painfully reminded of the scene he witnessed years back when the relationship between Fujigaya and Uchi went sour. Just that this time around, it’s him who’s causing these feelings to arise.
“I thought you were just a big idiot…but you’re blind, too…on top of it, it seems…” Fujigaya starts to let go of him again and to pulls back but Kitayama stops him mid-movement by grabbing the other’s wrist and keeping him from moving away any further. In fact he yanks on the other’s wrist a bit more strongly the next moment so that Fujigaya stumbles into and against him. The material of the other’s rain-coat rustles softly as they move.
Kitayama looks into Fujigaya’s eyes and his expression softens a bit. Sighing, he shakes his head at his band-mate. “I -was- thinking about you, you idiot. You know, some people would think that it would make you feel better if you made up with Uchi again…but I guess there was more to it than just a friendship gone bad…”
“Kitayam-“ he cuts the other off mid-word and crushes their lips together. Kitayama feels Fujigaya tense up for a few moments before the younger male starts to kiss him back fiercely and almost possessively. There are a lot of emotions in the kiss and although he has expected it, Kitayama still feels a little surprised at their intensity. It seemed that there was far more that he didn’t know about the other than he had thought. Fujigaya was not the best at hiding things usually but he had done a pretty good job at hiding this.
He raises his hand and pushes some of the chestnut colored locks out of Fujigaya’s face and caresses the other’s cheek gently, before gently but firmly pushing his band-mate away a little bit. “Fu-… Taisuke…” he started slowly, “…please be honest with me this time around then. What do you want to do…and what do you want to happen…? The fact that the show’s on soon won’t change…”
“Don’t you always proclaim to be the leader?” Fujigaya challenges him playfully.
Clicking his tongue, Kitayama scoffs, “Brat…” before he closes his eyes to sigh softly. “I want us - Kisumai - to do their best. If we have to shine on that stage alone, so be it. If he and the others are going to join us in the spotlight…we shall do our best to outshine them then. After all we’re on the go with all our soul…” He sticks out his tongue and Fujigaya snorts softly at the rather lame joke but the taller male looks satisfied with the answer.
“Now…pack up those fishing utensils of yours…we have a busy day ahead of us…which I won’t survive unless you offer me your lap or shoulder to crash on for a bit…” after all he’d been up all night trying to sort out people’s fashion problems and having a somewhat meaningful conversation with Uchi.
He’s glad Fujigaya hasn’t noticed the little bruising on his cheek. It would’ve just led to unnecessary questions and would’ve pissed the other off further.
When they arrive at the studio where final rehearsals are going to start in a few hours time, Kitayama swears to himself never to feel safe before he can confirm it 100% ever again because when they are halfway through changing into their red jerseys, Fujigaya stops him and turns his head to look at his cheek.
“…what happened? Where’s this from?” the other asks him, eyes looking directly into his. The look is piercing and he knows it doesn’t permit any weird excuse or one of his ‘idiotic brush-offs’. “Who did this to you, Hiromitsu?” The fact that he other calls him by his first name doesn’t help the situation one bit. Kitayama finds himself swallowing nervously. He has to drop the bomb or risk a dangerous dud going off at a later point.
“…before you draw the wrong conclusions…it was partially my fault, too…” he tries to ease the impact a little bit. “I was talking…nonsense…and provoked him. So Uchi hit me.”
“What?” Fujigaya’s eyes narrow dangerously and Kitayama has to stop the other from stomping out of the room and hunting a certain Osakan down.
“I told you it was partially my fault! I was saying things that upset him-“
“Just…Stop talking about him, will you? And stop defending him again!” Fujigaya glares at him and the next moment Kitayama is shoved down onto the pile of gymnastic mats (he hopes it’s not Senga’s because that boy sweats even when they do ‘Yara-Yoga’ to stretch before dancing). Fujigaya follows quickly and looms over him, eyes dark.
A hand caresses his bruised cheek gently, followed by a pair of soft lips, which then proceeds to wander to his own lips. The kiss is gentler than the one they shared previously. The words that follow are a stark contrast to it. “I’ll make you forget all about him…you won’t be able to think about something as unnecessary as him anymore…”
Kitayama doesn’t even have to time think about how unfair it is that he’s already half-naked while Fujigaya is already fully dressed in his jersey. The other’s lips on his skin are too much of a distraction. Things jerk back from being slightly fuzzy to being clear when the other suddenly bites down on a patch of skin at his hip-bone and sucks on it. He realizes that it’s Fujigaya silently making the statement ‘An eye for an eye and a bruise for a bruise’ probably. And admittedly, that one is the better bruise out of the two.
“…there’s a gel that I usually use to rub sore muscles with in my bag…because if I’m unable to move and not to mention dance properly Yaracchi will have our heads…” Kitayama grates out between gasps when Fujigaya’s breathing gets too close but not quite close enough to his groin. His member is twitching with anticipation and he can see from his position that Fujigaya is no better shape because the outline of the other’s cock is clearly visible, straining against the sweatpants.
“You come prepared, huh?” Fujigaya snorts softly.
Kitayama looks away and mumbles, “Not really. I got it from Senga…along with the implications for ‘further usage’…” He notices Fujigaya’s horrified look. “Don’t ask.”
“…too much information…” the other comments but reaches into the bag for the gel nonetheless. Squeezing a reasonable amount onto his fingers, he slicks the digits until he’s satisfied and proceeds to prod Kitayama’s entrance with his index finger.
It seems to move slowly at first but once the first finger is inside Kitayama the second and third follow suit quickly. Despite that the older of the two males starts to complain that Fujigaya is a tease and his taking too damn long to do this. “If you keep going at this pace, I’ll just start thinking about useless stuff again…” the challenge is evident in his words as clear as day and Fujigaya only grunts softly in response.
“Don’t complain later then…”
Kitayama almost considers going back on his words when Fujigaya pushes into him a few moments later. The other doesn’t give him enough time to properly adjust himself and thrusts even deeper into him with a roll of his hips, hitting a spot inside of Kitayama that makes his vision blank out for a few moments. “Fuck!”
“I’m already at it,” Fujigaya growls and rocks his hips forward again. A small smirk appears on his lips when it has an even better effect than the last time. He knows he’s good at this and he knows Kitayama knows it, too…and that it’s not just when dry-humping the stage during their songs.
But so is he and Fujigaya groans into the his shoulder when Kitayama moves back against him. “You know that there are always two players to a game…”
“Just shut up and concentrate on this, will you…”
“If you’d just concentrate on fucking me and not on feeling all smug, I would?”
Fujigaya doesn’t need to be told twice as he moves on to thrust into the other with all he’s got. The raw emotions are rushing through him as he does and he can see on the other’s face and eyes that it’s no different for Kitayama.
Somewhere half way through, he reaches between them to jerk himself off in time with Fujigaya’s hip movements and the sight seems to turn the other on even more and he feels his younger band-mate thrusting into him even more vigorously.
“I’m-“
“I know…”
Fujigaya moves a bit to adjust his position which causes the mats to slide around and they both lose their hold for a bit. The other slides out of him with a surprised and slightly painful sounding hiss. Kitayama finds himself face to face with the other’s cock the next moment. He smirks a bit and flicks his tongue over the tip playfully. It’s all it takes to send Fujigaya over the edge and Kitayama groans as well when he feels something warm splash onto his face and neck, as he tilts his head up to look at Fujigaya’s face. The look on the other’s face pushes him over the edge as well.
When they both regain enough composure again, Fujigaya sees the mess he’s made and offers a meek, “Sorry…?”
“…you should be glad I’m not as anal about my hair like yourself or Tama-chan…” he remarks dryly but with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Fujigaya snorts and then goes to find a cloth or whatever to get them cleaned up again.
Once they’re clean again, they lie and rest on the pile of mats, Kitayama’s head bedded comfortably on Fujigaya’s stomach more or less - he is lying on his stomach as well, avoiding his slightly aggravated backside for the time being.
Before sleep claims him completely, Kitayama slurs softly, “We’ll shine on stage together. The seven of us…will take over the audience in a revolution~”
“…what the hell are you talking about?” Fujigaya asks him tiredly.
“I’m talking about Kisumai Kakumei…” Kitayama chuckles softly. “Isn’t that what you wanted? A revolution right there on stage…with the seven of us…outshining everyone else… and sweeping the audience away...”
“…note to self, you’re already an idiot when you’re awake…you turn into an even bigger idiot when you’re about to fall asleep…”
“I love you, too, Taipi…” and with that, Kitayama starts to snore softly.
Fujigaya rolls his eyes but runs his fingers through the other’s hair affectionately before he closes his eyes as well to catch a few minutes of sleep before the rehearsal room is going to be invaded by Fake-Tsubasas, Gorillas, Otakus, Squids and the cleaning-combini again.