[KinKi/Nagase Fic] Sanctuary
*nervous*
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: Nagase/Tsuyoshi, Tsuyoshi/Kouichi
Genre: Angst with some fluff
Rating: R for hinted sexual activity
Warning: Mild BDSM, Nagase misuse (I do apologize for this)
Credits: jandeth wonderfully beta-ed. The remaining mistakes would be my own, and the overall indulgence of this fic is not her fault. ^^0
Summary: Tsuyoshi came to Nagase for a favor. Inspired by this anonymous ikinari's heartbreaking Nagase/Tsuyoshi non-con fic [edit: author discovered! \^0^/].
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Sanctuary
He opened his door to a beaten-looking Doumoto Tsuyoshi.
They normally met outdoors, and this kind of visit had happened only once before.
"Again?" he asked quietly.
The guest lowered his eyes. Nagase took pity, and ushered him in.
"This is not right," he said gently, once they were seated in the living room. "You should settle it with him."
"I've thought about it," came the glum reply. "Whichever way it may go, he is not someone who can pretend nothing has happened. Work will be hell if he can't look me in the eyes anymore."
"But I can't be doing that for you after every provocative gig."
"...It's all right, then." The man stood up.
Nagase's hand stopped him, along with a worried look. "Tsuyoshi."
"I'll be fine."
"What are you going to do?" The heavy tone didn't convince him.
"I'll be fine." Tsuyoshi tried to pull free. "I have to."
Nagase's grip remained, as did his gaze, even if the other party refused to return it.
At length, he let out a breath. "Come here."
He released his hold then, and headed to the bedroom.
Tsuyoshi followed him four steps behind.
--
"Tell me if it's too tight."
"This is fine." It was black enough not to see.
"...Tell me if it hurts."
"Don't worry about it." It should hurt enough not to think.
There were no more words after that.
--
Reality rang the doorbell, and it was Tsuyoshi who distanced himself first.
"Ignore it," Nagase's hoarse voice whispered. They'd been in too deep.
"What if it's important? It's this late at night." He didn't want to trouble his host more than this.
His insistent tone made Nagase get up finally. "I'll go see, then. Wait here."
His ears registered the rustling of clothes, the door clicking into frame. The spell had been broken, but his bound hands couldn't remove the blindfold.
The ticking of the clock filled the long space until the door sounded again.
A weight settled slowly on the bed. He waited for the body heat to approach. The point of the restraint was to not initiate the touch.
The breath brushing his cheek was unexpected. He turned his face to the side harshly. "We agreed on no kissing."
He knew the true taste of that mouth. The point of the restraint was to still stay true to his feelings somewhat.
The advance stopped. Moments later, it moved to his neck.
He lifted his chin, exposing his throat to the treatment. But the lips didn't go there, and instead caught his now-bared mouth by surprise.
His protests were choked by the foreign tongue. He began pulling on his restraints, wanting out of the betrayed illusion.
He knew the true taste of that mouth.
He knew...
His defiance froze.
The fingers unraveling his blindfold barely added to the mortification he already felt, knowing what was in front of him.
Kouichi pulled away just as the piece of cloth fell off.
--
"I'm sorry," Nagase said, standing by the door. "But I can't do this anymore now that he has just told me he wants you."
--
They were still staring at each other when Nagase left.
"You underestimated me," Kouichi said.
"Your body language is always too honest," Tsuyoshi replied.
"You'll see."
He didn't blush, he didn't look away.
Tsuyoshi resigned the argument.
--
"That guy never said anything to me until tonight." Kouichi reached for the binding around Tsuyoshi's wrists.
Tsuyoshi slipped his hands free as soon as the knot loosened. It didn't feel right having Kouichi release the bondage made by someone else.
"I came to him because his mental shield is strong like that."
"His one-track mind, you mean?"
"Hey, it's an enviable trait at times."
"I know. A fortunate one, too. Were it someone else we would be leaving this house by the window now."
"Touché."
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Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: Nagase/Tsuyoshi, Tsuyoshi/Kouichi
Genre: Angst with some fluff
Rating: R for hinted sexual activity
Warning: Mild BDSM, Nagase misuse (I do apologize for this)
Credits: jandeth wonderfully beta-ed. The remaining mistakes would be my own, and the overall indulgence of this fic is not her fault. ^^0
Summary: Tsuyoshi came to Nagase for a favor. Inspired by this anonymous ikinari's heartbreaking Nagase/Tsuyoshi non-con fic [edit: author discovered! \^0^/].
---
Sanctuary
He opened his door to a beaten-looking Doumoto Tsuyoshi.
They normally met outdoors, and this kind of visit had happened only once before.
"Again?" he asked quietly.
The guest lowered his eyes. Nagase took pity, and ushered him in.
"This is not right," he said gently, once they were seated in the living room. "You should settle it with him."
"I've thought about it," came the glum reply. "Whichever way it may go, he is not someone who can pretend nothing has happened. Work will be hell if he can't look me in the eyes anymore."
"But I can't be doing that for you after every provocative gig."
"...It's all right, then." The man stood up.
Nagase's hand stopped him, along with a worried look. "Tsuyoshi."
"I'll be fine."
"What are you going to do?" The heavy tone didn't convince him.
"I'll be fine." Tsuyoshi tried to pull free. "I have to."
Nagase's grip remained, as did his gaze, even if the other party refused to return it.
At length, he let out a breath. "Come here."
He released his hold then, and headed to the bedroom.
Tsuyoshi followed him four steps behind.
--
"Tell me if it's too tight."
"This is fine." It was black enough not to see.
"...Tell me if it hurts."
"Don't worry about it." It should hurt enough not to think.
There were no more words after that.
--
Reality rang the doorbell, and it was Tsuyoshi who distanced himself first.
"Ignore it," Nagase's hoarse voice whispered. They'd been in too deep.
"What if it's important? It's this late at night." He didn't want to trouble his host more than this.
His insistent tone made Nagase get up finally. "I'll go see, then. Wait here."
His ears registered the rustling of clothes, the door clicking into frame. The spell had been broken, but his bound hands couldn't remove the blindfold.
The ticking of the clock filled the long space until the door sounded again.
A weight settled slowly on the bed. He waited for the body heat to approach. The point of the restraint was to not initiate the touch.
The breath brushing his cheek was unexpected. He turned his face to the side harshly. "We agreed on no kissing."
He knew the true taste of that mouth. The point of the restraint was to still stay true to his feelings somewhat.
The advance stopped. Moments later, it moved to his neck.
He lifted his chin, exposing his throat to the treatment. But the lips didn't go there, and instead caught his now-bared mouth by surprise.
His protests were choked by the foreign tongue. He began pulling on his restraints, wanting out of the betrayed illusion.
He knew the true taste of that mouth.
He knew...
His defiance froze.
The fingers unraveling his blindfold barely added to the mortification he already felt, knowing what was in front of him.
Kouichi pulled away just as the piece of cloth fell off.
--
"I'm sorry," Nagase said, standing by the door. "But I can't do this anymore now that he has just told me he wants you."
--
They were still staring at each other when Nagase left.
"You underestimated me," Kouichi said.
"Your body language is always too honest," Tsuyoshi replied.
"You'll see."
He didn't blush, he didn't look away.
Tsuyoshi resigned the argument.
--
"That guy never said anything to me until tonight." Kouichi reached for the binding around Tsuyoshi's wrists.
Tsuyoshi slipped his hands free as soon as the knot loosened. It didn't feel right having Kouichi release the bondage made by someone else.
"I came to him because his mental shield is strong like that."
"His one-track mind, you mean?"
"Hey, it's an enviable trait at times."
"I know. A fortunate one, too. Were it someone else we would be leaving this house by the window now."
"Touché."
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