[akame] Otaku and Tako
Title: Otaku and Tako
Authors:
amairo_parasol and
sun_ming
Genre: Humor/crack, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: akame
Disclaimer: We don’t own them. We just own this comment fic gone crazy.
Summary: This is the result of the idea, what if otaku!Kame stumbled upon some magical hentai DVD, where the main character Jin came to life? And thus, you have a comment thread turned monster collab fic by
sun_ming and I. nerd!Kame just wants to eat his squid sushi in peace, but it's difficult when you have Jin insisting that he saved Kame's life and demanding some sort of reward.
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“DIE! DIE!”
Kame picks up another piece of squid sushi from his bento box, stuffing it into his mouth. He sniffs, swipes at his nose, and then he has to adjust his thick black rimmed glasses.
“Another mecha game, Junno? Really, you should try out some shoujo some time,” Kame insists.
“Eh? No~ Mecha are always the best!” Junno says, then tunes back in to his Nintendo DS.
Kame rolls his eyes. Shoujo mangas have so much more depth. There's always something more, something beneath the surface of each and every character. Plot twists, complicated relationships, and, ah... the romance. Kame sighs. Despite all the angst abound in them, Kame sometimes wishes his life was more like a shoujo manga, just so that he could have the chance to fall in love.
“I don't know what you two are talking about, Dragonball Z beats everything else,” Koki says from where he is seated atop of a desk.
Koki is obsessed with Dragonball Z and is always showing off his knowledge of it. Just the other day, he had met a girl named Shoko Nakagawa, and they had a huge battle over who knew more about Dragonball Z, and in the middle of the hallway too.
“Anyways,” Kame interjects. “Let's get started with the meeting.”
It was the weekly meeting for the anime club. They are the only members.
“So, watch anything new and interesting lately?” Kame asks.
“Hmmm....” Junno jabs a button a few more times, before responding, “Nope.”
“Actually.... ah, er-no.” Koki stops himself.
Kame perks up.
“What? What?” He is curious now. He has had enough of Sailor Moon reruns. It's time for something new to watch.
“N-Nothing! I-” Koki stammers.
“Oh come on! What'd you watch?” Kame goads.
Junno, intrigued, actually pauses his game for a second.
“Don't tell me you watched a shoujo anime?” Junno asks with his signature wide, toothy grin.
He is promptly kicked by Koki.
“Hell no! I would die before anyone catches me watching Fruits Basket.”
“Who said you were watching Fruits Basket?” Kame quips.
“Uh-Anyways-”
“Don't avoid the question! What is it you've seen?” Kame grins.
“....” Koki looks about sheepishly before reluctantly grabbing his backpack. He rummages about and pulls out a DVD which he throws on top of Kame's desk. He looks away, crossing his arms and remaining silent.
Kame flips it over to see the front of the DVD.
LOVEJUICE
Season 8: The Squid Ink Chronicles
Kame purses his lips, but a half-snort, half-chuckle still escapes him.
“Eeehhh...” Junno says, having paused his game to actually look at it too. The tall boy is flustered by it, and turns away.
The front cover is ridiculous, to say the least. There are some big, red, tentacled creatures that takes up most of the cover. In one of its writhing appendages it holds captive a busty female who is depicted mid-scream and looking as helpless as possible. Her clothing, the remnants of a seifuku, are torn and barely covering anything. In the back stands a male character, with dark brown hair and a cocky smirk gracing his face. His clothes are also ripped, no trace of a shirt, his pants torn everywhere. He exudes all confidence while raising a gleaming sword above the sea creature.
“Wow... Koki... you actually watched some hentai?” Kame finally says aloud.
Koki mouths something, but fails, then finally sputters out with a glare, “Well at least I've watched one! Have you ever, Kame?!”
Kame blushes. His fingers tighten around the DVD.
“N-no, but, that's... this is, this is hentai for crying out loud! That's like...”
It is Koki's turn to blush.
“W-well, a-at least I'm being open-minded!” Koki retorts, “You're always telling Taguchi to try out those girly manga!”
“That's different!” Kame protests.
“No it's not!”
But it does not matter, for Koki's words have already prodded at Kame's ego.
And Kame borrows that DVD from Koki.
--
Ugh.
Kame stares at his TV screen, feeling like he is getting stupider by the second. He had finished his homework really early, and had gotten some leftover squid sushi from his fridge and popped in the DVD after making sure to lock his bedroom door.
He is on the third episode, and already the show is very repetitive.
Kame cannot believe how much this show lacks, well, everything for that matter. Minimal plot, and at every chance, the male lead named Jin fucks someone at least once every episode. Usually it's the female he saves from the many octopi that keep appearing out of nowhere for no reason at all.
He is so, so bored.
The girl in this episode screams as a tentacle tangles around her leg and tries to pull her into the water. Kame winces at her high-pitched voice, wondering how anybody could stand watching this.
But then it's so stereotypical; she's saved in the nick of time, and Kame finds himself staring at a pointless sex scene.
“Ah, Jin!”
Kame groans, feeling a headache coming on as the girl continues to shriek.
Still, Kame is not sure why he continues watching. Episode four goes by, and then five. Maybe it is because of what Koki had said to him. Kame scowls. He isn't that closed-minded is he? After all, he had been the one to start their little anime club, not caring what the rest of his classmates thought. Still frowning, Kame stabs a roll and pops it into his mouth.
With these thoughts, he eventually drifts off to sleep, still sitting there hunched in front of the television.
--
A deep, velvety voice filling his ears is what draws Kame slowly awake. Kame grunts, fighting against it, but the voice is so intriguing. The way the voice rumbles deeply before rolling out in gentle waves almost seems to engulf all of Kame's senses in his half-awakened state.
Finally giving in, Kame sits up from where he had ended up sprawled out on the floor. He stretches, rubbing his eyes and slowly opens them.
What fills Kame's vision makes him turn so red. He is not sure how long he has slept and how many episodes have passed, but it's a scene with that Jin character pleasuring himself, the drawing of his face made to look to be in the throes of ecstasy.
Kame squirms, but cannot deny the warmth that spreads through his body and especially in his groin. He is irked by the fact that it is not the image that is turning him on, but the mere voice of Jin.
“Gah, NO!” Kame glares at the rising tent in his pants. He clambers to get up and his foot knocks into something. His bento falls over onto its side with a clatter, the last two squid rolls tumbling onto the floor.
“Waah, no!” Kame cries, getting on his knees. He picks up one roll, pouting at it. He had left the prettiest pieces for last too... He bites his bottom lip. He sadly turns to the lunch box, but then his eyes light up.
A slice of squid still remains in the box. Kame sighs happily. He picks it up delicately, closing his eyes and preparing to enjoy this last one and savour every little bit of it.
WHACK
Kame snaps his eyes open, and he squawks at the squid that thuds to the floor, the back of his left hand stinging from being hit.
There is someone standing in front of him, and Kame glares at the legs before him.
“I-I... I was gonna eat that!” Kame exclaims.
He pushes up his glasses up with his index finger before they could slip down his nose. He darts his gaze up to the face of the one looming above him, adjusting his glasses to focus on whoever it was had the nerve to take away his favorite piece of food.
What Kame sees makes him go silent. He gawks.
The man towering over him is definitely real, but still, Kame instantly recognizes him as Jin, the one in the anime he had just been watching, except... not animated, but in human form.
“You-you, how did you-”
“I SAVED YOU!” The man insists. He swoops down, startling Kame, and is in his face and curling a lock of Kame's hair.
“I deserve some sort of reward, don't I?” The man asks with a grin.
Kame gulps.
And then he blinks. He wonders at the man's hair fluttering with no wind, and as to why there are sparkly things appearing in the background behind Jin.
“Wh-wh-what are you d-doing?” Kame stammers out, fumbling and trying to crawl back even as Jin crawls forward, closing in on him.
Jin's definition of a reward involves shoving him to the floor, so Kame's back is pressed flat against the hard wood, Jin's broad, warm body keeping him down. Kame gasps and squirms, but it only serves to make him more flustered as Jin's body seems to magically rub down on him in all the right places, sending these tingles all along his body.
“G-Get off,” Kame says, and he tries so hard to ignore the glitter and the sparkles that frame Jin's face as he towers over him; the kind he's read about in mangas where the knights-in-shining-armour come sweep the maidens off of their feet. It is positively mesmerizing.
“But you promised me a reward!” Jin protests, and Kame could feel the tip of his nose against the crook of his neck as he inhales Kame's scent.
“I didn't promise you anything!” Kame says, and he's feeling a hysterical as Jin's body continues to press down on his own. Plus, Jin really didn't save him from anything beyond his dinner, which Kame still didn't think he was ready to forgive him for yet.
“But I saved you.” Jin pouts, and Kame finds it hard to resist that face, that voice, that sends a shiver down his spine. It reminds him of that scene, and it immediately embarrasses Kame.
The younger boy stares at Jin, feeling his face heat up, and his pulse accelerates while staring at the pouting man. Kame sighs as he feels himself give in already.
“Fine,” Kame says finally. “One kiss?”
Jin's lips curve upwards slightly, and Kame feels his heart melt from the sight. He wraps his hand around the back of Jin's neck and pulls him in for his reward. Jin's lips taste sweet, and Kame feels lightheaded as Jin kisses him hard and deep.
The deal was for one kiss, so Kame mentally wonders what Jin's hands are doing when they wander up under his t-shirt, rubbing circles against the flat of his stomach. At the brush of fingertips slipping past the hem of his pants, Kame bolts upright, sputtering madly, knocking their heads together in the process.
“Ow!” Jin exclaims, falling back hard on his bottom. He rubs his forehead with the heel of his hand. “That hurt!”
“Y-you were... wh-wha-”
“After I went through the trouble of saving you,” Jin complains.
Kame feels himself heat up again, but this time, from annoyance.
“I didn't ask you to save me!” Kame snaps. Not that there was anything to save me from. And Kame picks himself up, storming off and muttering to himself.
Jin stares at Kame's retreating back.
Now Jin had dealt with everything from giant octopi to raging giant squids, but never this. And it makes him grin.
--
It's nothing but a dream. All of it has to have been a dream.
Kame opens his eyes, blinking away his sleepiness. Light dances in his vision from where it shines through his window. He smiles to himself--just a dream.
His alarm had not gone off yet, meaning a few more minutes of sleep. Kame sighs contentedly, rolling over to snuggle back into his soft pillow. He squirms under the blankets and scoots closer to the warm body next to his.
Wait.
“AAAAAARGH!” Kame scrambles out of his bed, hastily grabbing his glasses off of his desk and shoving them on.
He cannot believe it. Kame's jaw drops; he ogles at the man fast asleep on his bed. Jin's snoring lightly, but otherwise his face is the perfect picture of peacefulness. Also, Kame cannot help but notice how Jin's dark hair falls in a ruffled mess over his face, to his parted lips, and the way the light filtering into his room seems to sparkle the very air around the man.
Jin stirs and awakens, their eyes meeting instantly.
“Good morning,” Jin says softly, a smile on his lips. Kame tries to ignore the roughness of Jin's morning voice, tells himself that this feeling of lightheadedness is from getting up out of bed so abruptly.
Jin sits up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. The blanket slips off of him, fluttering down to settle low around his waist.
Kame's eyes widen, and he blushes.
“WH-WHY ARE YOU WEARING NO CLOTHES?!” Kame somehow gets out, pointing at Jin who is sitting up, entirely naked on Kame's bed. Kame gasps, looks down at himself, whimpers thankfully at his pajamas covering him.
Thank god.
He blinks. He doesn't remember changing out of his uniform.
“Wh-what happened yesterday. When did you--did you.... did we...?” Kame's voice trails off into a squeak.
“Oh, I found you asleep on the couch in the other room, so I brought you back to this bed.” Jin smiles, and Kame wishes it didn't make him feel so warm and helpless every time. Jin shifts, then crawls forward and Kame squawks at the blankets that fall away.
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Kame shrieks, running out of his room.
--
A loud yawn signals when Jin enters the kitchen. Kame grimaces, but continues prepares his bento for the day.
“What are you making? Smells good~” Jin comments. He plops his chin down on Kame's shoulder, but Kame immediately shrugs him off.
“Lunch-” Kame slaps Jin's hands away, “Mine, not yours.”
“Where are you going?” the other continues to prod. Jin tries to rest his head on Kame's other shoulder, but Kame moves aside. Jin does not give in that easily though, following after Kame all around the kitchen.
“To school--and stop touching me!” Kame pauses to glare at Jin, but it goes unheeded by Jin, who still stays on Kame's heels even when he turns around to go to the sizzling frying pan.
Kame smiles to see that his sausages are a nice red brown, a little crispy on the edges. He picks up a pair chopsticks to pick them up and add them to the bento box balanced in his left hand.
A squawking sound startles Kame, and he whips around just in time to see Jin rushing towards him. Somehow, Kame steps out of the way, fumbling to keep his bento in both hands.
Jin howls aloud in pain, for he had picked up one of the sausages straight off the pan, and he throws it aside as his hands could no longer take the heat. Red marks now cover Jin's hand where they made contact, and he whimpers pitifully in pain.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kame yells, shoving Jin away from the stove before he could cause anymore damage.
“B-But, those baby octopi,” Jin begins to reason. “I've never dealt with ones that have the ability to burn people just by touching them.”
Kame scoffs angrily. He cannot believe this. Jin has not been around for more than two days, and Kame already really does not like him.
“Look, have you ever thought that maybe not everyone needs to be saved all the time?” Kame snaps at Jin.
Jin blinks, and his face turns blank.
“You know what, forget it,” Kame waves Jin off, hastily picking up the octosausages, adding the last garnishes to his bento before promptly shutting it.
“Just stay here and wait for me to get back. Don't leave, don't touch anything. Just... don't get yourself into any trouble.”
Jin remains standing there. He nods once. Kame offers a small smile, but it's one that doesn't really reach his eyes. The last thought that crosses Kame's mind as he leaves is that maybe this is what it's like to deal with a child.
--
“Tadaima!” Kame frowns at the lack of response, kicking off his shoes and heading inside his house.
“Jin?” He calls.
There is a small, sort of “hmm?” and Kame follows it to find Jin still in the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” Kame asks, brow furrowing in confusion. Jin looks up from where he is seated cross legged on the white tile floor.
“You told me to stay here and wait for you,” Jin replies, pouting up at him.
“I didn't mean you literally had to stay right here,” Kame sighs. Jin mumbles to himself about his butt being sore from sitting in one place for so long, and Kame can't help but feel bad for him. The frown on Kame's face softens, and he crouches down to Jin's level.
“Look, I'm sorry things didn't start out well between us. Let's start over?” Kame asks gently.
“Start over?” Jin echoes.
Kame nods. “Well, technically I never introduced myself to you, now did I? I'm Kamenashi Kazuya. Nice to meet you.”
Jin stares up at Kame, before a warm smile slowly spreads across his face.
“Come on, get up off the floor,” Kame says. “You haven't eaten yet today, have you?”
Jin nods happily and follows Kame like a happy puppy.
“So, Jin... what do you like?”
“Squid ink!”
“What?!”
--
Kame ends up making something quick and easy, throwing together some things to make fried rice, and offering Jin anything else from his fridge. Kame even goes for a quick run to the groceries to get some squid ink for Jin, still thinking that it's such a strange thing to request.
The fried rice gets downed quickly, in between mouth-filled compliments on Kame's cooking. Kame could not hold back his grin at how Jin wolfs down his food like a kid, complete with the grains of rice sticking to his chin.
It doesn't stop there though. Kame lets Jin rummage through his fridge, and Jin discovers the leftover pasta (Kame makes a mental note that Jin seems fond of pasta, and considers making it in the future).
Jin sighs happily from the other side of the table, where he sits across from Kame. He pats his stomach, fully satisfied. He takes a swig of squid ink, and Kame marvels at the ease with which Jin swallows down the black liquid.
Again, Jin sighs.
“I thought about what you said today.”
“Eh?” Kame asks.
“That you said people don't need to be saved all the time.” Jin looks down. “But... if I'm not saving people, what should I be doing instead?”
“Er... have you ever thought about doing anything other than, well, saving people all the time?”
Jin shakes his head.
“I'm good at saving people.”
Another mental note: He has a bit of an ego.
“Well... what are you good at? Besides...” Kame trails off, blushing, realizing what he could have said.
--
“What are you doing?” Kame immediately asks when he comes out from the bathroom.
“Sleeping~” Jin replies. He closes his eyes and gets more comfortable in Kame's bed.
Kame bites his lip, forcing out such weird thoughts.
“No, you are sleeping out on the couch!”
Jin reopens his eyes, giving Kame that annoyingly adorable pout.
“But I'm not used to sleeping by myself!”
Well, Kame wouldn't be surprised if that were true.
“Fine, you can sleep here,” Kame says, and Jin grins rather wildly until Kame lays down the law. “But no touching!”
Jin pouts.
Kame turns away before he finds himself giving in once more.
--
The first night, Kame only lets Jin sleep with him, but no touching. By the third night, Kame lets Jin hug him in his sleep (Kame blames Jin for being so good at the whole kicked puppy act).
Two weeks later, since Jin had first popped up so suddenly into Kame's life, Kame muses at how easily he had grown accustomed to it. When did having Jin in his home suddenly seem so regular? Kame had always been an independent, only child, but maybe he has just always wanted to have someone else in his life, living with him and keeping him company.
Jin snuggles closer into Kame's side, and Kame lifts his arm to wrap it around Jin's shoulders.
“Don't even think about it,” Kame warns when Jin tries to sneak his hand into Kame's pajama pants.
--
The next night, Jin tries it again. Kame abruptly sits up, shoving Jin's wandering hands away.
“Will you stop! I-I told you not to... to touch me like that...”
“But I like you.”
Eh? Of all things, Kame wasn't expecting that. He was expecting an apology, some kind of excuse to get into his pants, but not a confession.
Warmth surges through Kame at this. Jin likes him. No one had ever confessed to liking him before. A blush settles on Kame's cheeks, as well as a warm, happy feeling deep within his chest.
In his stupor, Kame fails to notice Jin drawing closer until Jin is half hovering over him.
“I like you,” Jin repeats, snapping Kame out of his reverie. “You're not like the rest of them. You're not always calling for me to save you. And... you're the first person not to give in to me.”
Kame inhales sharply when Jin leans in, brushing his lips over the younger one's neck teasingly.
“...Which makes things all the more fun,” Jin adds, and Kame can practically feel those smirking lips against his skin.
Spluttering, Kame rolls out from under Jin, turning over so his back is to him. He doesn't want to let Jin see how those words are affecting him.
Jin envelopes him in a hug from behind, and Kame struggles against those strong arms.
“St-stop!” Kame protests, squirming about, and the pair ends up rolling all over the bed with Kame trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully and getting more and more embarrassed by the second. Blankets are tossed aside and a pillow falls to the floor unnoticed.
Somehow, through all this, Jin manages to get one hand down Kame's underwear. Kame freezes up, back arching and a pleasured gasp escaping him at how Jin palms his member.
“St-stop,” Kame gasps out, his weak plea quickly turning into breathy sighs.
Jin grins, but Kame can't see it, as Jin holds Kame with his back pressed against Jin's chest. He rests his chin on Kame's shoulder, and he breathes into Kame's ears, chuckling from Kame's response.
Kame groans at how good Jin's hand feels around him, bringing him to hardness and increasing his pleasure with every pull. Jin knows exactly what he is doing, and quickly learns just how tight the circle of his fingers should be around Kame, and quickens his pace from there.
Soon enough, Kame finds his body moving against Jin's hand, adding to the ferocity of his stroking. At some point, Jin had pulled down Kame's pajama bottoms and boxers just past his waist to allow him easier access to him.
All hot and flustered, Kame feels so embarrassed at how desperate he is to get more and more of this thrumming pleasure, and the presence of Jin's arousal he feels whenever he presses back up against Jin.
“A-Ah!!” Kame chokes out, his eyes rolling back. He reaches out behind him, fingers curling into Jin's hair, pulling his face closer into his neck. Lips and tongue falling on the curve of his neck, softly sucking the skin there makes Kame moan louder and the next couple of strokes to his cock and he attains his release.
His vision blurs and heat consumes his body, and Kame faintly hears himself calling out to Jin.
Kame thinks that he's never felt something so wonderful before.
--
One afternoon, Kame discovers Jin in his living room, tinkering with his television set. Jin is poking at things, sometimes pressing his ear to various sides of the box.
“I think your dimension traveling machine is broken. I can't get back home,” Jin says, pointing at the television set.
Kame groans when he notices the wires sticking out everywhere from it. He couldn't leave Jin alone for even a moment without him causing him great distress.
--
Kame sends for a repairman to fix the television set as soon as possible, even if a small part of him doesn't wish for it to ever be fixed. Jin doesn't say anything to it, and merely peers curiously over the man's shoulder as he works.
“What's that?” Jin asks, and the repairman tries to stop Jin, but it's too late when he feels the shock run through his body. It isn't painful, but it's enough to send the man scrambling onto his feet, a string of profanities leaving his lips.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Kame slaps a hand to his face, and he can't find the words to reply to Jin's rather stupid question.
--
“I can't go home,” Jin says once the repairman gives up after being shocked for the sixth time, and Kame wonders why Jin looks so damn happy as he says those words.
Jin shuffles closer towards Kame, until their faces are mere inches apart, and then he grins.
“You know what's a great way to pass time in the meanwhile?” Jin asks, and Kame rolls his eyes, but he doesn't push Jin away when he kisses him, nor when his hands works to unzip his jeans as Kame concentrates on not feeling so damn happy that it doesn't look like Jin's going home now, or ever.
--
Somehow they find themselves on the living room floor, clothes tossed aside, with Jin pulling Kame's bare body against his own, hands rubbing in all the right places, finding all of Kame's ticklish and sensitive points.
Kame gasps sharply when Jin pulls at one of his nipples. Jin pulls Kame into a kiss at this, their lips meeting passionately, tongues curling together playfully. Kame grasps Jin's shoulders for leverage, not wanting to pull away.
Jin grabs Kame by his bottom, squeezing the soft flesh, then pulling one of Kame's legs to hook around his waist. Forced to pull away as he gasps, Kame buries his face in Jin's neck.
The feeling of their skin rubbing together, nothing between them, is completely overwhelming to Kame. Jin's touch is addicting, his scent is so enticing, his voice whispering Kame's name so decadent. Everything about Jin draws him in, craving more and more.
“Jin...” Kame mumbles, shyly moving his hips, seeking out friction as both their members slip against each other. That one syllable uttered is somehow all he needs to say, and Jin is touching Kame right where he wants it.
“Aah ahh” Kame pants out. He squirms and arches with every touch, every stroke feeling so damn good. Who would have thought his body could feel so much pleasure with just Jin's hand moving on him? At a particularly strong pull, Kame tosses his head back, and his glasses fly off and land somewhere far away.
The only thing that bothers him is how much noise he makes. What was this, some stereotypical anime where he was a typical, submissive and begging uke? His face burns with a deep blush.
“Wh-ahh-Why are you so good at this?”
“This is my job,” Jin replies. The predatory gleam in his eye makes Kame groan. “Besides, I think you'd prefer me touching you here-” Kame moans “-than any octopus or anything.”
He had a point. It was a hentai DVD he had borrowed, after all. Jin was practically a porn star.
--
Kame thinks that Jin's very good with his hands, but he underestimates how good Jin is with everything else when Jin suddenly rolls Kame over onto his back, and without any hesitation, takes Kame's erection into his mouth.
It's like nothing Kame had ever experienced, the feeling of Jin going down on him. Kame had already thought little to nothing could compare to Jin's hands, but Kame never realized how good Jin is with his mouth as well.
Kame feels every muscle in his body tense as it all builds up inside of him; the way Jin's mouth moves up and down along of his shaft, the way his tongue presses against the slit, and the way Jin's fingers toy with his entrance; all teasing yet no relief that Kame's body was desperately craving for.
Jin stops just as Kame feels himself falling closer towards release, and Kame throws his head back and groans desperately; Jin looks startled, but then smirks from Kame's reaction that even he himself can't recognize. He feels embarrassed yet he doesn't want Jin to stop touching him, to stop feeling him everywhere.
Jin moves upwards, and he kisses Kame fully on the lips. When Kame's nice and distracted, Jin enters him with one quick thrust; Kame's back arches, and his screams drown in the kiss.
He really hoped the neighbours weren't home to hear this; it was enough having Jin threaten them with bodily harm were they to come in too close contact with Kame as he suspected them in being sorcerers in disguise; Kame really didn't feel like having to deal with the cops, especially since there were plenty of other things to occupy his free time with.
Jin pounds deeply into him, and Kame forgets about everything else for a moment as Jin's relentless and merciless, yet Kame doesn't want this to stop for even a second.
Kame screams when he reaches climax, and Jin's drives deeper and harder until he attains release as well. Jin collapses on top of Kame, and his body feels heavy.
Kame looks up to see the hazy sparkles that surround Jin's sweaty but flawless face. What is this? Jin smiles down at him, and Kame feels his heart pounding like the heroine of those mangas he loves to read.
Jin pecks Kame's nose, and Kame flushes immediately. He makes a mental note to himself to borrow more normal porn from Koki next time as there's only so much his heart (and body) could take.
In the end, perhaps his life was more like a shoujo manga than he thought.
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*end notes. In case those of you don't know of the octosausages mentioned in here.
Authors:
amairo_parasol and
sun_ming
Genre: Humor/crack, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: akame
Disclaimer: We don’t own them. We just own this comment fic gone crazy.
Summary: This is the result of the idea, what if otaku!Kame stumbled upon some magical hentai DVD, where the main character Jin came to life? And thus, you have a comment thread turned monster collab fic by
sun_ming and I. nerd!Kame just wants to eat his squid sushi in peace, but it's difficult when you have Jin insisting that he saved Kame's life and demanding some sort of reward.
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“DIE! DIE!”
Kame picks up another piece of squid sushi from his bento box, stuffing it into his mouth. He sniffs, swipes at his nose, and then he has to adjust his thick black rimmed glasses.
“Another mecha game, Junno? Really, you should try out some shoujo some time,” Kame insists.
“Eh? No~ Mecha are always the best!” Junno says, then tunes back in to his Nintendo DS.
Kame rolls his eyes. Shoujo mangas have so much more depth. There's always something more, something beneath the surface of each and every character. Plot twists, complicated relationships, and, ah... the romance. Kame sighs. Despite all the angst abound in them, Kame sometimes wishes his life was more like a shoujo manga, just so that he could have the chance to fall in love.
“I don't know what you two are talking about, Dragonball Z beats everything else,” Koki says from where he is seated atop of a desk.
Koki is obsessed with Dragonball Z and is always showing off his knowledge of it. Just the other day, he had met a girl named Shoko Nakagawa, and they had a huge battle over who knew more about Dragonball Z, and in the middle of the hallway too.
“Anyways,” Kame interjects. “Let's get started with the meeting.”
It was the weekly meeting for the anime club. They are the only members.
“So, watch anything new and interesting lately?” Kame asks.
“Hmmm....” Junno jabs a button a few more times, before responding, “Nope.”
“Actually.... ah, er-no.” Koki stops himself.
Kame perks up.
“What? What?” He is curious now. He has had enough of Sailor Moon reruns. It's time for something new to watch.
“N-Nothing! I-” Koki stammers.
“Oh come on! What'd you watch?” Kame goads.
Junno, intrigued, actually pauses his game for a second.
“Don't tell me you watched a shoujo anime?” Junno asks with his signature wide, toothy grin.
He is promptly kicked by Koki.
“Hell no! I would die before anyone catches me watching Fruits Basket.”
“Who said you were watching Fruits Basket?” Kame quips.
“Uh-Anyways-”
“Don't avoid the question! What is it you've seen?” Kame grins.
“....” Koki looks about sheepishly before reluctantly grabbing his backpack. He rummages about and pulls out a DVD which he throws on top of Kame's desk. He looks away, crossing his arms and remaining silent.
Kame flips it over to see the front of the DVD.
LOVEJUICE
Season 8: The Squid Ink Chronicles
Kame purses his lips, but a half-snort, half-chuckle still escapes him.
“Eeehhh...” Junno says, having paused his game to actually look at it too. The tall boy is flustered by it, and turns away.
The front cover is ridiculous, to say the least. There are some big, red, tentacled creatures that takes up most of the cover. In one of its writhing appendages it holds captive a busty female who is depicted mid-scream and looking as helpless as possible. Her clothing, the remnants of a seifuku, are torn and barely covering anything. In the back stands a male character, with dark brown hair and a cocky smirk gracing his face. His clothes are also ripped, no trace of a shirt, his pants torn everywhere. He exudes all confidence while raising a gleaming sword above the sea creature.
“Wow... Koki... you actually watched some hentai?” Kame finally says aloud.
Koki mouths something, but fails, then finally sputters out with a glare, “Well at least I've watched one! Have you ever, Kame?!”
Kame blushes. His fingers tighten around the DVD.
“N-no, but, that's... this is, this is hentai for crying out loud! That's like...”
It is Koki's turn to blush.
“W-well, a-at least I'm being open-minded!” Koki retorts, “You're always telling Taguchi to try out those girly manga!”
“That's different!” Kame protests.
“No it's not!”
But it does not matter, for Koki's words have already prodded at Kame's ego.
And Kame borrows that DVD from Koki.
--
Ugh.
Kame stares at his TV screen, feeling like he is getting stupider by the second. He had finished his homework really early, and had gotten some leftover squid sushi from his fridge and popped in the DVD after making sure to lock his bedroom door.
He is on the third episode, and already the show is very repetitive.
Kame cannot believe how much this show lacks, well, everything for that matter. Minimal plot, and at every chance, the male lead named Jin fucks someone at least once every episode. Usually it's the female he saves from the many octopi that keep appearing out of nowhere for no reason at all.
He is so, so bored.
The girl in this episode screams as a tentacle tangles around her leg and tries to pull her into the water. Kame winces at her high-pitched voice, wondering how anybody could stand watching this.
But then it's so stereotypical; she's saved in the nick of time, and Kame finds himself staring at a pointless sex scene.
“Ah, Jin!”
Kame groans, feeling a headache coming on as the girl continues to shriek.
Still, Kame is not sure why he continues watching. Episode four goes by, and then five. Maybe it is because of what Koki had said to him. Kame scowls. He isn't that closed-minded is he? After all, he had been the one to start their little anime club, not caring what the rest of his classmates thought. Still frowning, Kame stabs a roll and pops it into his mouth.
With these thoughts, he eventually drifts off to sleep, still sitting there hunched in front of the television.
--
A deep, velvety voice filling his ears is what draws Kame slowly awake. Kame grunts, fighting against it, but the voice is so intriguing. The way the voice rumbles deeply before rolling out in gentle waves almost seems to engulf all of Kame's senses in his half-awakened state.
Finally giving in, Kame sits up from where he had ended up sprawled out on the floor. He stretches, rubbing his eyes and slowly opens them.
What fills Kame's vision makes him turn so red. He is not sure how long he has slept and how many episodes have passed, but it's a scene with that Jin character pleasuring himself, the drawing of his face made to look to be in the throes of ecstasy.
Kame squirms, but cannot deny the warmth that spreads through his body and especially in his groin. He is irked by the fact that it is not the image that is turning him on, but the mere voice of Jin.
“Gah, NO!” Kame glares at the rising tent in his pants. He clambers to get up and his foot knocks into something. His bento falls over onto its side with a clatter, the last two squid rolls tumbling onto the floor.
“Waah, no!” Kame cries, getting on his knees. He picks up one roll, pouting at it. He had left the prettiest pieces for last too... He bites his bottom lip. He sadly turns to the lunch box, but then his eyes light up.
A slice of squid still remains in the box. Kame sighs happily. He picks it up delicately, closing his eyes and preparing to enjoy this last one and savour every little bit of it.
WHACK
Kame snaps his eyes open, and he squawks at the squid that thuds to the floor, the back of his left hand stinging from being hit.
There is someone standing in front of him, and Kame glares at the legs before him.
“I-I... I was gonna eat that!” Kame exclaims.
He pushes up his glasses up with his index finger before they could slip down his nose. He darts his gaze up to the face of the one looming above him, adjusting his glasses to focus on whoever it was had the nerve to take away his favorite piece of food.
What Kame sees makes him go silent. He gawks.
The man towering over him is definitely real, but still, Kame instantly recognizes him as Jin, the one in the anime he had just been watching, except... not animated, but in human form.
“You-you, how did you-”
“I SAVED YOU!” The man insists. He swoops down, startling Kame, and is in his face and curling a lock of Kame's hair.
“I deserve some sort of reward, don't I?” The man asks with a grin.
Kame gulps.
And then he blinks. He wonders at the man's hair fluttering with no wind, and as to why there are sparkly things appearing in the background behind Jin.
“Wh-wh-what are you d-doing?” Kame stammers out, fumbling and trying to crawl back even as Jin crawls forward, closing in on him.
Jin's definition of a reward involves shoving him to the floor, so Kame's back is pressed flat against the hard wood, Jin's broad, warm body keeping him down. Kame gasps and squirms, but it only serves to make him more flustered as Jin's body seems to magically rub down on him in all the right places, sending these tingles all along his body.
“G-Get off,” Kame says, and he tries so hard to ignore the glitter and the sparkles that frame Jin's face as he towers over him; the kind he's read about in mangas where the knights-in-shining-armour come sweep the maidens off of their feet. It is positively mesmerizing.
“But you promised me a reward!” Jin protests, and Kame could feel the tip of his nose against the crook of his neck as he inhales Kame's scent.
“I didn't promise you anything!” Kame says, and he's feeling a hysterical as Jin's body continues to press down on his own. Plus, Jin really didn't save him from anything beyond his dinner, which Kame still didn't think he was ready to forgive him for yet.
“But I saved you.” Jin pouts, and Kame finds it hard to resist that face, that voice, that sends a shiver down his spine. It reminds him of that scene, and it immediately embarrasses Kame.
The younger boy stares at Jin, feeling his face heat up, and his pulse accelerates while staring at the pouting man. Kame sighs as he feels himself give in already.
“Fine,” Kame says finally. “One kiss?”
Jin's lips curve upwards slightly, and Kame feels his heart melt from the sight. He wraps his hand around the back of Jin's neck and pulls him in for his reward. Jin's lips taste sweet, and Kame feels lightheaded as Jin kisses him hard and deep.
The deal was for one kiss, so Kame mentally wonders what Jin's hands are doing when they wander up under his t-shirt, rubbing circles against the flat of his stomach. At the brush of fingertips slipping past the hem of his pants, Kame bolts upright, sputtering madly, knocking their heads together in the process.
“Ow!” Jin exclaims, falling back hard on his bottom. He rubs his forehead with the heel of his hand. “That hurt!”
“Y-you were... wh-wha-”
“After I went through the trouble of saving you,” Jin complains.
Kame feels himself heat up again, but this time, from annoyance.
“I didn't ask you to save me!” Kame snaps. Not that there was anything to save me from. And Kame picks himself up, storming off and muttering to himself.
Jin stares at Kame's retreating back.
Now Jin had dealt with everything from giant octopi to raging giant squids, but never this. And it makes him grin.
--
It's nothing but a dream. All of it has to have been a dream.
Kame opens his eyes, blinking away his sleepiness. Light dances in his vision from where it shines through his window. He smiles to himself--just a dream.
His alarm had not gone off yet, meaning a few more minutes of sleep. Kame sighs contentedly, rolling over to snuggle back into his soft pillow. He squirms under the blankets and scoots closer to the warm body next to his.
Wait.
“AAAAAARGH!” Kame scrambles out of his bed, hastily grabbing his glasses off of his desk and shoving them on.
He cannot believe it. Kame's jaw drops; he ogles at the man fast asleep on his bed. Jin's snoring lightly, but otherwise his face is the perfect picture of peacefulness. Also, Kame cannot help but notice how Jin's dark hair falls in a ruffled mess over his face, to his parted lips, and the way the light filtering into his room seems to sparkle the very air around the man.
Jin stirs and awakens, their eyes meeting instantly.
“Good morning,” Jin says softly, a smile on his lips. Kame tries to ignore the roughness of Jin's morning voice, tells himself that this feeling of lightheadedness is from getting up out of bed so abruptly.
Jin sits up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. The blanket slips off of him, fluttering down to settle low around his waist.
Kame's eyes widen, and he blushes.
“WH-WHY ARE YOU WEARING NO CLOTHES?!” Kame somehow gets out, pointing at Jin who is sitting up, entirely naked on Kame's bed. Kame gasps, looks down at himself, whimpers thankfully at his pajamas covering him.
Thank god.
He blinks. He doesn't remember changing out of his uniform.
“Wh-what happened yesterday. When did you--did you.... did we...?” Kame's voice trails off into a squeak.
“Oh, I found you asleep on the couch in the other room, so I brought you back to this bed.” Jin smiles, and Kame wishes it didn't make him feel so warm and helpless every time. Jin shifts, then crawls forward and Kame squawks at the blankets that fall away.
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Kame shrieks, running out of his room.
--
A loud yawn signals when Jin enters the kitchen. Kame grimaces, but continues prepares his bento for the day.
“What are you making? Smells good~” Jin comments. He plops his chin down on Kame's shoulder, but Kame immediately shrugs him off.
“Lunch-” Kame slaps Jin's hands away, “Mine, not yours.”
“Where are you going?” the other continues to prod. Jin tries to rest his head on Kame's other shoulder, but Kame moves aside. Jin does not give in that easily though, following after Kame all around the kitchen.
“To school--and stop touching me!” Kame pauses to glare at Jin, but it goes unheeded by Jin, who still stays on Kame's heels even when he turns around to go to the sizzling frying pan.
Kame smiles to see that his sausages are a nice red brown, a little crispy on the edges. He picks up a pair chopsticks to pick them up and add them to the bento box balanced in his left hand.
A squawking sound startles Kame, and he whips around just in time to see Jin rushing towards him. Somehow, Kame steps out of the way, fumbling to keep his bento in both hands.
Jin howls aloud in pain, for he had picked up one of the sausages straight off the pan, and he throws it aside as his hands could no longer take the heat. Red marks now cover Jin's hand where they made contact, and he whimpers pitifully in pain.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kame yells, shoving Jin away from the stove before he could cause anymore damage.
“B-But, those baby octopi,” Jin begins to reason. “I've never dealt with ones that have the ability to burn people just by touching them.”
Kame scoffs angrily. He cannot believe this. Jin has not been around for more than two days, and Kame already really does not like him.
“Look, have you ever thought that maybe not everyone needs to be saved all the time?” Kame snaps at Jin.
Jin blinks, and his face turns blank.
“You know what, forget it,” Kame waves Jin off, hastily picking up the octosausages, adding the last garnishes to his bento before promptly shutting it.
“Just stay here and wait for me to get back. Don't leave, don't touch anything. Just... don't get yourself into any trouble.”
Jin remains standing there. He nods once. Kame offers a small smile, but it's one that doesn't really reach his eyes. The last thought that crosses Kame's mind as he leaves is that maybe this is what it's like to deal with a child.
--
“Tadaima!” Kame frowns at the lack of response, kicking off his shoes and heading inside his house.
“Jin?” He calls.
There is a small, sort of “hmm?” and Kame follows it to find Jin still in the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” Kame asks, brow furrowing in confusion. Jin looks up from where he is seated cross legged on the white tile floor.
“You told me to stay here and wait for you,” Jin replies, pouting up at him.
“I didn't mean you literally had to stay right here,” Kame sighs. Jin mumbles to himself about his butt being sore from sitting in one place for so long, and Kame can't help but feel bad for him. The frown on Kame's face softens, and he crouches down to Jin's level.
“Look, I'm sorry things didn't start out well between us. Let's start over?” Kame asks gently.
“Start over?” Jin echoes.
Kame nods. “Well, technically I never introduced myself to you, now did I? I'm Kamenashi Kazuya. Nice to meet you.”
Jin stares up at Kame, before a warm smile slowly spreads across his face.
“Come on, get up off the floor,” Kame says. “You haven't eaten yet today, have you?”
Jin nods happily and follows Kame like a happy puppy.
“So, Jin... what do you like?”
“Squid ink!”
“What?!”
--
Kame ends up making something quick and easy, throwing together some things to make fried rice, and offering Jin anything else from his fridge. Kame even goes for a quick run to the groceries to get some squid ink for Jin, still thinking that it's such a strange thing to request.
The fried rice gets downed quickly, in between mouth-filled compliments on Kame's cooking. Kame could not hold back his grin at how Jin wolfs down his food like a kid, complete with the grains of rice sticking to his chin.
It doesn't stop there though. Kame lets Jin rummage through his fridge, and Jin discovers the leftover pasta (Kame makes a mental note that Jin seems fond of pasta, and considers making it in the future).
Jin sighs happily from the other side of the table, where he sits across from Kame. He pats his stomach, fully satisfied. He takes a swig of squid ink, and Kame marvels at the ease with which Jin swallows down the black liquid.
Again, Jin sighs.
“I thought about what you said today.”
“Eh?” Kame asks.
“That you said people don't need to be saved all the time.” Jin looks down. “But... if I'm not saving people, what should I be doing instead?”
“Er... have you ever thought about doing anything other than, well, saving people all the time?”
Jin shakes his head.
“I'm good at saving people.”
Another mental note: He has a bit of an ego.
“Well... what are you good at? Besides...” Kame trails off, blushing, realizing what he could have said.
--
“What are you doing?” Kame immediately asks when he comes out from the bathroom.
“Sleeping~” Jin replies. He closes his eyes and gets more comfortable in Kame's bed.
Kame bites his lip, forcing out such weird thoughts.
“No, you are sleeping out on the couch!”
Jin reopens his eyes, giving Kame that annoyingly adorable pout.
“But I'm not used to sleeping by myself!”
Well, Kame wouldn't be surprised if that were true.
“Fine, you can sleep here,” Kame says, and Jin grins rather wildly until Kame lays down the law. “But no touching!”
Jin pouts.
Kame turns away before he finds himself giving in once more.
--
The first night, Kame only lets Jin sleep with him, but no touching. By the third night, Kame lets Jin hug him in his sleep (Kame blames Jin for being so good at the whole kicked puppy act).
Two weeks later, since Jin had first popped up so suddenly into Kame's life, Kame muses at how easily he had grown accustomed to it. When did having Jin in his home suddenly seem so regular? Kame had always been an independent, only child, but maybe he has just always wanted to have someone else in his life, living with him and keeping him company.
Jin snuggles closer into Kame's side, and Kame lifts his arm to wrap it around Jin's shoulders.
“Don't even think about it,” Kame warns when Jin tries to sneak his hand into Kame's pajama pants.
--
The next night, Jin tries it again. Kame abruptly sits up, shoving Jin's wandering hands away.
“Will you stop! I-I told you not to... to touch me like that...”
“But I like you.”
Eh? Of all things, Kame wasn't expecting that. He was expecting an apology, some kind of excuse to get into his pants, but not a confession.
Warmth surges through Kame at this. Jin likes him. No one had ever confessed to liking him before. A blush settles on Kame's cheeks, as well as a warm, happy feeling deep within his chest.
In his stupor, Kame fails to notice Jin drawing closer until Jin is half hovering over him.
“I like you,” Jin repeats, snapping Kame out of his reverie. “You're not like the rest of them. You're not always calling for me to save you. And... you're the first person not to give in to me.”
Kame inhales sharply when Jin leans in, brushing his lips over the younger one's neck teasingly.
“...Which makes things all the more fun,” Jin adds, and Kame can practically feel those smirking lips against his skin.
Spluttering, Kame rolls out from under Jin, turning over so his back is to him. He doesn't want to let Jin see how those words are affecting him.
Jin envelopes him in a hug from behind, and Kame struggles against those strong arms.
“St-stop!” Kame protests, squirming about, and the pair ends up rolling all over the bed with Kame trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully and getting more and more embarrassed by the second. Blankets are tossed aside and a pillow falls to the floor unnoticed.
Somehow, through all this, Jin manages to get one hand down Kame's underwear. Kame freezes up, back arching and a pleasured gasp escaping him at how Jin palms his member.
“St-stop,” Kame gasps out, his weak plea quickly turning into breathy sighs.
Jin grins, but Kame can't see it, as Jin holds Kame with his back pressed against Jin's chest. He rests his chin on Kame's shoulder, and he breathes into Kame's ears, chuckling from Kame's response.
Kame groans at how good Jin's hand feels around him, bringing him to hardness and increasing his pleasure with every pull. Jin knows exactly what he is doing, and quickly learns just how tight the circle of his fingers should be around Kame, and quickens his pace from there.
Soon enough, Kame finds his body moving against Jin's hand, adding to the ferocity of his stroking. At some point, Jin had pulled down Kame's pajama bottoms and boxers just past his waist to allow him easier access to him.
All hot and flustered, Kame feels so embarrassed at how desperate he is to get more and more of this thrumming pleasure, and the presence of Jin's arousal he feels whenever he presses back up against Jin.
“A-Ah!!” Kame chokes out, his eyes rolling back. He reaches out behind him, fingers curling into Jin's hair, pulling his face closer into his neck. Lips and tongue falling on the curve of his neck, softly sucking the skin there makes Kame moan louder and the next couple of strokes to his cock and he attains his release.
His vision blurs and heat consumes his body, and Kame faintly hears himself calling out to Jin.
Kame thinks that he's never felt something so wonderful before.
--
One afternoon, Kame discovers Jin in his living room, tinkering with his television set. Jin is poking at things, sometimes pressing his ear to various sides of the box.
“I think your dimension traveling machine is broken. I can't get back home,” Jin says, pointing at the television set.
Kame groans when he notices the wires sticking out everywhere from it. He couldn't leave Jin alone for even a moment without him causing him great distress.
--
Kame sends for a repairman to fix the television set as soon as possible, even if a small part of him doesn't wish for it to ever be fixed. Jin doesn't say anything to it, and merely peers curiously over the man's shoulder as he works.
“What's that?” Jin asks, and the repairman tries to stop Jin, but it's too late when he feels the shock run through his body. It isn't painful, but it's enough to send the man scrambling onto his feet, a string of profanities leaving his lips.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Kame slaps a hand to his face, and he can't find the words to reply to Jin's rather stupid question.
--
“I can't go home,” Jin says once the repairman gives up after being shocked for the sixth time, and Kame wonders why Jin looks so damn happy as he says those words.
Jin shuffles closer towards Kame, until their faces are mere inches apart, and then he grins.
“You know what's a great way to pass time in the meanwhile?” Jin asks, and Kame rolls his eyes, but he doesn't push Jin away when he kisses him, nor when his hands works to unzip his jeans as Kame concentrates on not feeling so damn happy that it doesn't look like Jin's going home now, or ever.
--
Somehow they find themselves on the living room floor, clothes tossed aside, with Jin pulling Kame's bare body against his own, hands rubbing in all the right places, finding all of Kame's ticklish and sensitive points.
Kame gasps sharply when Jin pulls at one of his nipples. Jin pulls Kame into a kiss at this, their lips meeting passionately, tongues curling together playfully. Kame grasps Jin's shoulders for leverage, not wanting to pull away.
Jin grabs Kame by his bottom, squeezing the soft flesh, then pulling one of Kame's legs to hook around his waist. Forced to pull away as he gasps, Kame buries his face in Jin's neck.
The feeling of their skin rubbing together, nothing between them, is completely overwhelming to Kame. Jin's touch is addicting, his scent is so enticing, his voice whispering Kame's name so decadent. Everything about Jin draws him in, craving more and more.
“Jin...” Kame mumbles, shyly moving his hips, seeking out friction as both their members slip against each other. That one syllable uttered is somehow all he needs to say, and Jin is touching Kame right where he wants it.
“Aah ahh” Kame pants out. He squirms and arches with every touch, every stroke feeling so damn good. Who would have thought his body could feel so much pleasure with just Jin's hand moving on him? At a particularly strong pull, Kame tosses his head back, and his glasses fly off and land somewhere far away.
The only thing that bothers him is how much noise he makes. What was this, some stereotypical anime where he was a typical, submissive and begging uke? His face burns with a deep blush.
“Wh-ahh-Why are you so good at this?”
“This is my job,” Jin replies. The predatory gleam in his eye makes Kame groan. “Besides, I think you'd prefer me touching you here-” Kame moans “-than any octopus or anything.”
He had a point. It was a hentai DVD he had borrowed, after all. Jin was practically a porn star.
--
Kame thinks that Jin's very good with his hands, but he underestimates how good Jin is with everything else when Jin suddenly rolls Kame over onto his back, and without any hesitation, takes Kame's erection into his mouth.
It's like nothing Kame had ever experienced, the feeling of Jin going down on him. Kame had already thought little to nothing could compare to Jin's hands, but Kame never realized how good Jin is with his mouth as well.
Kame feels every muscle in his body tense as it all builds up inside of him; the way Jin's mouth moves up and down along of his shaft, the way his tongue presses against the slit, and the way Jin's fingers toy with his entrance; all teasing yet no relief that Kame's body was desperately craving for.
Jin stops just as Kame feels himself falling closer towards release, and Kame throws his head back and groans desperately; Jin looks startled, but then smirks from Kame's reaction that even he himself can't recognize. He feels embarrassed yet he doesn't want Jin to stop touching him, to stop feeling him everywhere.
Jin moves upwards, and he kisses Kame fully on the lips. When Kame's nice and distracted, Jin enters him with one quick thrust; Kame's back arches, and his screams drown in the kiss.
He really hoped the neighbours weren't home to hear this; it was enough having Jin threaten them with bodily harm were they to come in too close contact with Kame as he suspected them in being sorcerers in disguise; Kame really didn't feel like having to deal with the cops, especially since there were plenty of other things to occupy his free time with.
Jin pounds deeply into him, and Kame forgets about everything else for a moment as Jin's relentless and merciless, yet Kame doesn't want this to stop for even a second.
Kame screams when he reaches climax, and Jin's drives deeper and harder until he attains release as well. Jin collapses on top of Kame, and his body feels heavy.
Kame looks up to see the hazy sparkles that surround Jin's sweaty but flawless face. What is this? Jin smiles down at him, and Kame feels his heart pounding like the heroine of those mangas he loves to read.
Jin pecks Kame's nose, and Kame flushes immediately. He makes a mental note to himself to borrow more normal porn from Koki next time as there's only so much his heart (and body) could take.
In the end, perhaps his life was more like a shoujo manga than he thought.
--
*end notes. In case those of you don't know of the octosausages mentioned in here.