JE fic: Mothership 1/2 [Jin/Kame; R]
Title: Mothership (1/2)
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame
Genre: AU, Stupid Romance, Weirdness
Summary: Kame finds an unconscious Jin in a dumpster and takes him in. Things are supposed to go smoothly from there, until Jin wakes up and claims he's an alien.
Notes: For naruchu, by request. I hope you find it to your liking? ♥
Uneventful days are not Kamenashi Kazuya's best friend. Not that he had a very interesting life to begin with, but one can only take so much boredom. Having been recently separated from his parents' roof and fortunate enough to get a job teaching kindergarteners on his first try (he suspects the slime-coated, leery look the balding owner of the preschool gave him as a sign of immediate approval), he had only begun to explore life for himself. And he was finding that the hype about independent living was getting lost on him.
Flipping his cellphone open as he walks home, the same messages from earlier that day greet him. Kamenashi, do you want to go out to dinner next Saturday? Please reply. -- Yamashita. Persistent suitor number one. Atleast he was goodlooking and had a bit of charm, unlike persistent suitors two and three, who both had zero taste in fashion and sent awkward messages - and therefore their names didn't deserve a place in his memory.
Kazuya, do you need more groceries? -- Mom. His cupboard is stacked with cup ramen of all flavors and too many fruits. His mother worries too much.
Kame-chan, don't forget! Friday is Karaoke Night! See you there! -- Nakamaru. He would have to text Yuichi sometime later that he had plans for that night. Well, he didn't, really, but Karaoke Night usually only had Koki and Yuichi singing hip-hop duets.
It is nighttime, and the street leading to his apartment complex is eerily barren. He clutches his messenger bag closer to his hip and hurriedly stuffs the phone inside his back pocket. The slight chill of wind hits his neck, and he shivers. When he thrusts his free hand inside his jacket, gum wrapper falls out on to the pavement. He breathes, bending down to pick it up an throw it in the nearby dumpster.
For a fleeting second, he thinks he sees the wrapper falling on an arm. He whips his head back and blinks repeatedly. But out of morbid curiosity, he peeks again at a better angle to get rid of the obscuring shadows.
And he gasps, puts a hand to his mouth. It is an arm - very much attached to a body.
"Oh my--"
Any other person would have screamed and felt sick or left it alone. And he does feel somewhat queasy, but - "I can't leave this - this person here." He closes his eyes, bites his palm, takes a deep breath and looks again.
It's a male body with full lips and dry hair, wearing a casual ensemble fit more for a teenager in Shibuya than for a grown man. There is no blood, but a few cuts mar his otherwise pristine collarbone.
Queasy or not, things got a lot more interesting from there.
---
Kazuya wakes up to the quiet sound of an intake of breath, like the sound of a velvet curtain being pulled aside to reveal a peaceful morning. Only that the morning isn't looking very peaceful in the least.
"Hello," the stranger he took in last night whispers, eyes wide and dark with what seemed to be rapt fascination. "Who are you?" His hand travels to Kazuya's naked chest. He is definitely putting on a shirt to sleep from now on.
Kazuya swats the hand away, pulling the blankets up to his chest. Okay, what was he thinking again when he took this man in? "No," Kazuya says shakily when the man dares to run a finger down his bare shoulder. "I think the correct question would be who are you?"
"Me?" The man pokes his own chest with a finger. "I'm--"
Kazuya holds the blanket tighter as the man gets a far-away look, brows knitting together. "Well?" he prompts.
"Jin."
Kazuya nods. "Jin what?"
The man smiles brightly. "Jin."
"No, I meant your last name."
"Jin."
Kazuya feels headache coming, and he tries a different tactic. "I found you yesternight in the dumpster near my apartment complex. Do you have any family members I can contact? A co-worker or a girlfriend?"
The man - Jin - is staring at him as he were the most unusual specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on. Kazuya warily waves a hand in front of his face, and to his utter surprise Jin grabs his fingers almost automatically, as if on reflex. Kazuya inches closer to the headboard, a slight whimper of fear escaping his lips. A stranger wouldn't let go of his hand. A stranger.
"What are you called?" The man is tracing light circles on his palm, smile wide.
Kazuya blinks. "...Huh?"
"As I am Jin, then your people must call you by a name as well."
Wait. What? "My people?"
Jin nods once. "Yes, your people. Ah--" His face takes on a look of joyful illumination. "You must be royalty."
Kazuya's eyes grow wide as Jin brings his hand to his lips - and swirls his tongue on his fingers. "What - what are you doing?"
A trail of saliva connects Jin's mouth to his ring finger. "This is a customary greeting in our land especially for the royalty of other lands."
Kazuya quickly grabs his hand back and furiously wipes it on the blanket. "Mister, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I don't appreciate strangers licking my hand and I sure as hell am not Japanese Royalty--"
"Japanese?"
Normally Kazuya is very patient - he has to be in order to work well with toddlers. But really, this is getting too ridiculous for his own liking. "Japanese," he enunciated carefully. "You're in Japan. You can speak Nihongo. We can understand each other. Unless you've buried yourself in that dumpster your whole life, then you must know that I hardly resemble the Emperor."
Jin's eyes are blank in response to his statement - until he comes to the last part. "Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"
"What--" Kazuya's face scrunches up in confusion when Jin starts waving his arms around.
Jin grabs his shoulders wildly. "You must be a noble on this planet."
This man is on drugs. Kazuya would bet his life on it. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"
Jin's voice holds a note of panic that betrays the gentle touch to his cheek. "Because as I've roamed this earth, you are certainly the most beautiful one here worthy of the title."
Kazuya's heart gallops as loudly as a crazed horse on a wooden bridge. He gulps. "That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard." And he pushes Jin off the bed.
--
"Kazuya," Jin says slowly. "Ka-zu-ya. Kazuya."
"That's Kamenashi-san to you," Kazuya snaps, cursing a bit under his breath as the pancake batter fails to make itself into a perfect circle. "Don't you have any manners?"
Jin smiles up at him retardedly. "Kazuya."
"Freak," Kazuya mutters under his breath. A very handsome, well-built freak, but a freak nonetheless.
"What...is this?" Jin turns his attention to the fork on the plate in front of him.
"That's a fork." Kazuya feels as if he's talking not to a five year old (five year olds are remarkably insightful), but to an infant. "You use it to bring food to your mouth."
Jin's lips draw into a small pout, before he positions the fork directly in his eye. Kazuya drops the ladle and cries out, grabbing the fork.
"Why?" Jin points to the fork in his clenched fist.
"Why?" Kazuya echoes, voice going up a notch higher. "You were going to poke your own eye, you moron!"
"Ah." Jin's head goes down slightly, before he rises up the seat and stands in front of Kazuya. "Then I owe you my thanks." He grabs Kazuya by the waist and places a kiss to his neck.
Kazuya shrieks, hitting Jin over the head with the fork. "Let go!"
Jin releases him, mouth dropping open. "You...do not appreciate the gesture?"
"A simple 'thanks' would have been enough," Kazuya says, his face growing hot.
"But," Jin rubs his lips, "that is the customary gesture of thanks in my land."
Kazuya doesn't buy it. He throws the fork to Jin's chest, ignoring the yelp of pain. "Pervert!"
---
Jin is an annoying, possibly mentally stunted hulk of a man. A man with an abnormal fixation with his mouth and tongue. He is watching Kazuya and alternately biting and running his tongue over his lips. Kazuya has that habit too but he likes to think it isn't that bad.
"Jin-san," he starts, ignoring Jin telling him to amend his name to just Jin since he doesn't know who this 'san' person is, "please cooperate with me here. What do you remember from last night?"
"I remember...travelling."
"That isn't very helpful." Kazuya clicks his tongue. "Care to give more details?"
"This place is new to me," Jin says, completely ignoring his question and the fact that if the place were new they wouldn't be able to understand each other. "The place where I come from - I wanted to get away from there."
"Where did you come from?" Maybe if he asks the right questions, Jin will stop the charade.
Jin lifts his arm over his head and gestures to the expanse of the ceiling. "Far from here. From where I come from glass houses line the streets with blue grass. Our moons shine even during the period where the sun strikes the land. My people are happy, and respectful of nobles."
"And orally fixated," Kazuya adds, deciding to humor Jin a bit if it meant getting some answers later.
"I have no reason to go away, but I still felt like I needed to." Jin closes his eyes. "I suppose I just wanted to see something new."
"You're talking as if you're not from Japan. Heck, not from Earth, even," Kazuya remarks dryly.
Jin looks at him strangely. "I am not."
"...Right, and I'm the princess of Japan."
Jin blinks. "You mean you are not?"
Kazuya resists the urge to slap Jin and himself. "No, I'm not. I'm twenty three years old, I teach at Sara Yashiki Preschool, I have two older brothers and one younger one and I'm single. There is nothing in my description that includes Japanese Nobility."
"Ah," Jin replies after a long moment of contemplation. "Where I'm from only the finest of face and form are born into nobility."
Kazuya chuckles. Jin must an emperor - he doesn't tell it to Jin, though. "And what are you, then? A duke or a general?"
Jin bows slightly. "I am a prince."
Kazuya bursts out laughing.
---
It's been a week since he's found Jin, a man. And really, that would probably all Kazuya could say about him. Jin keeps breaking things, burning himself in the kitchen, screaming hysterically at random barking dogs at night (he insists the dogs are there to tell him a message from a foreign land) and just making a complete mess of the house. Kazuya doesn't know what possessed him to let Jin stay in his apartment.
It must be the hips. Yes, those hips.
"What are you doing?" Kazuya asks, sitting up in his bed in alarm when he spies Jin swivelling his hips one early morning.
"I'm calling on the sun to shine on this room!" Jin replies brightly, with a lewd hip roll to match. "It's a customary--"
"GET OUT!"
Jin has no time to duck the pillow chucked at his head.
---
It is two weeks since he's taken Jin in. Kazuya feels as if it's been forever. Strangely enough, although he threatens to kick Jin out of his apartment many times (once a day), he never goes through with the actual booting. Jin - is just too interesting. The fact that he isn't too bad on the eyes helps.
Yamashita, ever since he turned down his offer for dinner, has left him alone. Yuichi and Koki still invite him to Karaoke Nights, but he suspects it won't be long before they start to forget about him altogether. The only comfort he has now are the kids, and Jin, as annoying as it is to admit.
"Your loneliness eclipses your beauty," Jin tells him one night as he's preparing flashcards.
Kazuya looks at him irritably. "I don't have time for this. Why don't you go and watch TV?"
"The box in that room shows things I'd rather not see." Jin covers his chest with his arms. He's been wary of the television ever since he chanced upon a haunted house horror movie the other night.
"Okay, do whatever you want, just get out of my sight." Kazuya's hand abruptly wanders, and his kanji messes up by a stroke.
Jin huffs. "An acquaintance of yours came looking for you today. He kept banging on the rectangular wood - the door, I think."
Kazuya's head shoots up. "Who was it?"
"He called himself Ta-gu-chi Ju-nno-su-ke," Jin pronounces. "His eyes went big when he saw me."
"Oh, no," Kazuya groans, burying his face in his hands. "Didn't I tell you never to answer the door when I'm not around?"
"He asked me if I was your boyfriend, and I said yes."
"What?"
"Well, in my understanding, boys are male. I am male. A friend is someone who is near you, and I am always near you. Therefore I am a boyfriend." Jin looks proud at this new revelation.
Kazuya knows he should be disturbed at this, but against better judgement he isn't.
---
Four weeks since he's taken Jin in, and he is terribly used to him. He finds himself giggling when Jin ogles doves in the park, when he licks an ice cream cone with scary precision, when he points to gushing water fountains with childlike wonder.
One night, he comes home a bit tipsy from work. It is his co-teacher Ayu's birthday, and she treats the whole preschool faculty to a riotous night in a co-ed bar. When Jin greets him at the door, Kazuya's breath is heavy on his cheek.
"Are you ill?" Jin asks in concern, steadying his shoulders.
"No, no," Kazuya replies, head spinning and colors swirling right before his eyes. "Just - help me get to bed, ne?" His tone comes out as flirtatious, although he's not sure if he means it or not, or even if Jin gets it.
Later, when they get to Kazuya's spacious room, Jin carefully sets him down on to the bed, but Kazuya's grip on his neck is vise-like, and Jin's body is pulled down on top.
"I know this," Jin mumbles, his lips inches above Kazuya's own. "You are intoxicated."
Kazuya nods his head vigorously through his haze, like an eager child.
"In our land, when you are intoxicated, we have various means for alleviating it."
Kazuya bubbles with drunken laughter. "I hope you mean hot sex, because I sure am horny right now, and I haven't had sex in a long time."
Jin's mouth is open to reply when Kazuya plugs his mouth with a kiss. Kazuya notes that Jin's mouth is bitter, becomes even more after it mixes with his own taste. A scent of rain-soaked leaves spreads through the room as they kiss.
Jin pulls away and nibbles at his lip obsessively, like a starved madman. A moan becomes trapped in Kazuya's throat.
"You are the most beautiful being on earth," Jin breathes into his lips, sucking like there's no tomorrow. "I think I've always been waiting to do this."
"Do this," Kazuya gasps incoherently. "Do me. Do me."
Hands cascade over his skin, peeling off his clothes, wet kisses falling over sweat and musk-filled skin. Atleast Jin knows how to do this.
Jin is merciless, showing no pity, no sign of stopping even when he begs for him to slow down; he is going to come. The pain in his groin bursts into a kind of apoplexy. Kazuya opens his eyes wide and looks at Jin, half in love, half in frustration. That's when Jin's cheek slides over his thighs, and he climaxes with a sharp cry.
"You--" Kazuya breathes. "Don't just go off--" and he stops when Jin's finger is in his opening, and he feels the heat pooling in his chest again, down to his cock.
He discovers that Jin, alien or not, gets hard and heavy and spectacularly wild in bed, pounding him into the mattress; Kazuya has to grasp the sheets tight before he sinks into a hole on the bed.
---
They lay together, side by side, wrapping their naked bodies in the bedsheet. Neither of them utters a sound for a long moment, as if slipping into a silent film, their minds at rest. Jin holds Kazuya from behind, his big hands caressing his nipples.
Kazuya feels as if he is slowly regaining sobriety again. "How do you feel?" Really, Jin should be the one asking him, but he somehow feels compelled to ask.
"Like the planet has exploded into a million pieces," Jin answers without hesitation.
Kazuya laughs, eyes half-closed. Even after many weeks, Jin still utters the worst lines.
---
When he wakes up in the dead of the night, the space beside him is cold and empty. The sliding doors leading to the balcony are open. When he stands up unsteadily, the chilly air hits his bare form, and he quickly grabs the robe on the bedstand to cover himself. When he is outside, Jin is there with pajamas on (just like he instructed him to do once he wakes up), leaning dangerously on the railing.
"Jin," Kazuya calls. "Is something wrong?"
Jin's eyes are like misty glass. "They're coming for me."
"Who is?"
"The mothership," Jin murmurs. "They've found me. They're coming for me."
Kazuya sighs. This game is getting old. "Jin, stop this nonsense. It's getting awfully repetitive."
Jin doesn't say anything, but he snakes an arm around Kazuya's shoulders. He then points to the dark sky, filled with numerous stars. "It's calling me. It says they're coming for me. I've been gone too long and now it's time to go back."
Kazuya's gaze follows the direction Jin's finger is pointing to. A tiny star, a dying star. "Jin, that's just a star."
Jin shakes his head. "It's the sign. It's telling me to prepare."
Kazuya can't believe the panic in his own tone. "Prepare for what?"
"To go back."
Kazuya would rather tell himself that Jin really just had a few screws loose in his head than accept this - this anomaly, this lie. "Bastard." He laughs, soft and bitter. "If you wanted to leave, you don't have to make up stupid stories. Just say it."
Jin pulls him into an embrace, Kazuya's hair cushioning his chin. "My chest hurts when I think of leaving you."
"Did it hurt like that when you left your place?"
"No." Jin nuzzles his ear. "This is the first time. What a strange feeling."
Kazuya's hands drape themselves on Jin's back, feeling the bones, muscles, feeling Jin's humanity. "Fuck you," he says, and he hates cursing, but he can't help it - Jin wouldn't know what it means, anyway, given how socially retarded he was. "You only say this now. Fuck you."
"I feel that if I go back, even if I have to, it would always hurt here," Jin tilts his head to the place where his heart lay. "What do you think it means?"
Kazuya stares at Jin's painfully sincere face, before laughing again, resting his forehead on Jin's bare chest, near the beat of his humanoid alien whatever heart. "You retard," he says weakly through blurred eyes.
---
tbc?
notes: is jin really an alien or just a guy that fancies himself as one? idk either :O
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Akame
Genre: AU, Stupid Romance, Weirdness
Summary: Kame finds an unconscious Jin in a dumpster and takes him in. Things are supposed to go smoothly from there, until Jin wakes up and claims he's an alien.
Notes: For naruchu, by request. I hope you find it to your liking? ♥
Uneventful days are not Kamenashi Kazuya's best friend. Not that he had a very interesting life to begin with, but one can only take so much boredom. Having been recently separated from his parents' roof and fortunate enough to get a job teaching kindergarteners on his first try (he suspects the slime-coated, leery look the balding owner of the preschool gave him as a sign of immediate approval), he had only begun to explore life for himself. And he was finding that the hype about independent living was getting lost on him.
Flipping his cellphone open as he walks home, the same messages from earlier that day greet him. Kamenashi, do you want to go out to dinner next Saturday? Please reply. -- Yamashita. Persistent suitor number one. Atleast he was goodlooking and had a bit of charm, unlike persistent suitors two and three, who both had zero taste in fashion and sent awkward messages - and therefore their names didn't deserve a place in his memory.
Kazuya, do you need more groceries? -- Mom. His cupboard is stacked with cup ramen of all flavors and too many fruits. His mother worries too much.
Kame-chan, don't forget! Friday is Karaoke Night! See you there! -- Nakamaru. He would have to text Yuichi sometime later that he had plans for that night. Well, he didn't, really, but Karaoke Night usually only had Koki and Yuichi singing hip-hop duets.
It is nighttime, and the street leading to his apartment complex is eerily barren. He clutches his messenger bag closer to his hip and hurriedly stuffs the phone inside his back pocket. The slight chill of wind hits his neck, and he shivers. When he thrusts his free hand inside his jacket, gum wrapper falls out on to the pavement. He breathes, bending down to pick it up an throw it in the nearby dumpster.
For a fleeting second, he thinks he sees the wrapper falling on an arm. He whips his head back and blinks repeatedly. But out of morbid curiosity, he peeks again at a better angle to get rid of the obscuring shadows.
And he gasps, puts a hand to his mouth. It is an arm - very much attached to a body.
"Oh my--"
Any other person would have screamed and felt sick or left it alone. And he does feel somewhat queasy, but - "I can't leave this - this person here." He closes his eyes, bites his palm, takes a deep breath and looks again.
It's a male body with full lips and dry hair, wearing a casual ensemble fit more for a teenager in Shibuya than for a grown man. There is no blood, but a few cuts mar his otherwise pristine collarbone.
Queasy or not, things got a lot more interesting from there.
---
Kazuya wakes up to the quiet sound of an intake of breath, like the sound of a velvet curtain being pulled aside to reveal a peaceful morning. Only that the morning isn't looking very peaceful in the least.
"Hello," the stranger he took in last night whispers, eyes wide and dark with what seemed to be rapt fascination. "Who are you?" His hand travels to Kazuya's naked chest. He is definitely putting on a shirt to sleep from now on.
Kazuya swats the hand away, pulling the blankets up to his chest. Okay, what was he thinking again when he took this man in? "No," Kazuya says shakily when the man dares to run a finger down his bare shoulder. "I think the correct question would be who are you?"
"Me?" The man pokes his own chest with a finger. "I'm--"
Kazuya holds the blanket tighter as the man gets a far-away look, brows knitting together. "Well?" he prompts.
"Jin."
Kazuya nods. "Jin what?"
The man smiles brightly. "Jin."
"No, I meant your last name."
"Jin."
Kazuya feels headache coming, and he tries a different tactic. "I found you yesternight in the dumpster near my apartment complex. Do you have any family members I can contact? A co-worker or a girlfriend?"
The man - Jin - is staring at him as he were the most unusual specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on. Kazuya warily waves a hand in front of his face, and to his utter surprise Jin grabs his fingers almost automatically, as if on reflex. Kazuya inches closer to the headboard, a slight whimper of fear escaping his lips. A stranger wouldn't let go of his hand. A stranger.
"What are you called?" The man is tracing light circles on his palm, smile wide.
Kazuya blinks. "...Huh?"
"As I am Jin, then your people must call you by a name as well."
Wait. What? "My people?"
Jin nods once. "Yes, your people. Ah--" His face takes on a look of joyful illumination. "You must be royalty."
Kazuya's eyes grow wide as Jin brings his hand to his lips - and swirls his tongue on his fingers. "What - what are you doing?"
A trail of saliva connects Jin's mouth to his ring finger. "This is a customary greeting in our land especially for the royalty of other lands."
Kazuya quickly grabs his hand back and furiously wipes it on the blanket. "Mister, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I don't appreciate strangers licking my hand and I sure as hell am not Japanese Royalty--"
"Japanese?"
Normally Kazuya is very patient - he has to be in order to work well with toddlers. But really, this is getting too ridiculous for his own liking. "Japanese," he enunciated carefully. "You're in Japan. You can speak Nihongo. We can understand each other. Unless you've buried yourself in that dumpster your whole life, then you must know that I hardly resemble the Emperor."
Jin's eyes are blank in response to his statement - until he comes to the last part. "Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"
"What--" Kazuya's face scrunches up in confusion when Jin starts waving his arms around.
Jin grabs his shoulders wildly. "You must be a noble on this planet."
This man is on drugs. Kazuya would bet his life on it. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"
Jin's voice holds a note of panic that betrays the gentle touch to his cheek. "Because as I've roamed this earth, you are certainly the most beautiful one here worthy of the title."
Kazuya's heart gallops as loudly as a crazed horse on a wooden bridge. He gulps. "That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard." And he pushes Jin off the bed.
--
"Kazuya," Jin says slowly. "Ka-zu-ya. Kazuya."
"That's Kamenashi-san to you," Kazuya snaps, cursing a bit under his breath as the pancake batter fails to make itself into a perfect circle. "Don't you have any manners?"
Jin smiles up at him retardedly. "Kazuya."
"Freak," Kazuya mutters under his breath. A very handsome, well-built freak, but a freak nonetheless.
"What...is this?" Jin turns his attention to the fork on the plate in front of him.
"That's a fork." Kazuya feels as if he's talking not to a five year old (five year olds are remarkably insightful), but to an infant. "You use it to bring food to your mouth."
Jin's lips draw into a small pout, before he positions the fork directly in his eye. Kazuya drops the ladle and cries out, grabbing the fork.
"Why?" Jin points to the fork in his clenched fist.
"Why?" Kazuya echoes, voice going up a notch higher. "You were going to poke your own eye, you moron!"
"Ah." Jin's head goes down slightly, before he rises up the seat and stands in front of Kazuya. "Then I owe you my thanks." He grabs Kazuya by the waist and places a kiss to his neck.
Kazuya shrieks, hitting Jin over the head with the fork. "Let go!"
Jin releases him, mouth dropping open. "You...do not appreciate the gesture?"
"A simple 'thanks' would have been enough," Kazuya says, his face growing hot.
"But," Jin rubs his lips, "that is the customary gesture of thanks in my land."
Kazuya doesn't buy it. He throws the fork to Jin's chest, ignoring the yelp of pain. "Pervert!"
---
Jin is an annoying, possibly mentally stunted hulk of a man. A man with an abnormal fixation with his mouth and tongue. He is watching Kazuya and alternately biting and running his tongue over his lips. Kazuya has that habit too but he likes to think it isn't that bad.
"Jin-san," he starts, ignoring Jin telling him to amend his name to just Jin since he doesn't know who this 'san' person is, "please cooperate with me here. What do you remember from last night?"
"I remember...travelling."
"That isn't very helpful." Kazuya clicks his tongue. "Care to give more details?"
"This place is new to me," Jin says, completely ignoring his question and the fact that if the place were new they wouldn't be able to understand each other. "The place where I come from - I wanted to get away from there."
"Where did you come from?" Maybe if he asks the right questions, Jin will stop the charade.
Jin lifts his arm over his head and gestures to the expanse of the ceiling. "Far from here. From where I come from glass houses line the streets with blue grass. Our moons shine even during the period where the sun strikes the land. My people are happy, and respectful of nobles."
"And orally fixated," Kazuya adds, deciding to humor Jin a bit if it meant getting some answers later.
"I have no reason to go away, but I still felt like I needed to." Jin closes his eyes. "I suppose I just wanted to see something new."
"You're talking as if you're not from Japan. Heck, not from Earth, even," Kazuya remarks dryly.
Jin looks at him strangely. "I am not."
"...Right, and I'm the princess of Japan."
Jin blinks. "You mean you are not?"
Kazuya resists the urge to slap Jin and himself. "No, I'm not. I'm twenty three years old, I teach at Sara Yashiki Preschool, I have two older brothers and one younger one and I'm single. There is nothing in my description that includes Japanese Nobility."
"Ah," Jin replies after a long moment of contemplation. "Where I'm from only the finest of face and form are born into nobility."
Kazuya chuckles. Jin must an emperor - he doesn't tell it to Jin, though. "And what are you, then? A duke or a general?"
Jin bows slightly. "I am a prince."
Kazuya bursts out laughing.
---
It's been a week since he's found Jin, a man. And really, that would probably all Kazuya could say about him. Jin keeps breaking things, burning himself in the kitchen, screaming hysterically at random barking dogs at night (he insists the dogs are there to tell him a message from a foreign land) and just making a complete mess of the house. Kazuya doesn't know what possessed him to let Jin stay in his apartment.
It must be the hips. Yes, those hips.
"What are you doing?" Kazuya asks, sitting up in his bed in alarm when he spies Jin swivelling his hips one early morning.
"I'm calling on the sun to shine on this room!" Jin replies brightly, with a lewd hip roll to match. "It's a customary--"
"GET OUT!"
Jin has no time to duck the pillow chucked at his head.
---
It is two weeks since he's taken Jin in. Kazuya feels as if it's been forever. Strangely enough, although he threatens to kick Jin out of his apartment many times (once a day), he never goes through with the actual booting. Jin - is just too interesting. The fact that he isn't too bad on the eyes helps.
Yamashita, ever since he turned down his offer for dinner, has left him alone. Yuichi and Koki still invite him to Karaoke Nights, but he suspects it won't be long before they start to forget about him altogether. The only comfort he has now are the kids, and Jin, as annoying as it is to admit.
"Your loneliness eclipses your beauty," Jin tells him one night as he's preparing flashcards.
Kazuya looks at him irritably. "I don't have time for this. Why don't you go and watch TV?"
"The box in that room shows things I'd rather not see." Jin covers his chest with his arms. He's been wary of the television ever since he chanced upon a haunted house horror movie the other night.
"Okay, do whatever you want, just get out of my sight." Kazuya's hand abruptly wanders, and his kanji messes up by a stroke.
Jin huffs. "An acquaintance of yours came looking for you today. He kept banging on the rectangular wood - the door, I think."
Kazuya's head shoots up. "Who was it?"
"He called himself Ta-gu-chi Ju-nno-su-ke," Jin pronounces. "His eyes went big when he saw me."
"Oh, no," Kazuya groans, burying his face in his hands. "Didn't I tell you never to answer the door when I'm not around?"
"He asked me if I was your boyfriend, and I said yes."
"What?"
"Well, in my understanding, boys are male. I am male. A friend is someone who is near you, and I am always near you. Therefore I am a boyfriend." Jin looks proud at this new revelation.
Kazuya knows he should be disturbed at this, but against better judgement he isn't.
---
Four weeks since he's taken Jin in, and he is terribly used to him. He finds himself giggling when Jin ogles doves in the park, when he licks an ice cream cone with scary precision, when he points to gushing water fountains with childlike wonder.
One night, he comes home a bit tipsy from work. It is his co-teacher Ayu's birthday, and she treats the whole preschool faculty to a riotous night in a co-ed bar. When Jin greets him at the door, Kazuya's breath is heavy on his cheek.
"Are you ill?" Jin asks in concern, steadying his shoulders.
"No, no," Kazuya replies, head spinning and colors swirling right before his eyes. "Just - help me get to bed, ne?" His tone comes out as flirtatious, although he's not sure if he means it or not, or even if Jin gets it.
Later, when they get to Kazuya's spacious room, Jin carefully sets him down on to the bed, but Kazuya's grip on his neck is vise-like, and Jin's body is pulled down on top.
"I know this," Jin mumbles, his lips inches above Kazuya's own. "You are intoxicated."
Kazuya nods his head vigorously through his haze, like an eager child.
"In our land, when you are intoxicated, we have various means for alleviating it."
Kazuya bubbles with drunken laughter. "I hope you mean hot sex, because I sure am horny right now, and I haven't had sex in a long time."
Jin's mouth is open to reply when Kazuya plugs his mouth with a kiss. Kazuya notes that Jin's mouth is bitter, becomes even more after it mixes with his own taste. A scent of rain-soaked leaves spreads through the room as they kiss.
Jin pulls away and nibbles at his lip obsessively, like a starved madman. A moan becomes trapped in Kazuya's throat.
"You are the most beautiful being on earth," Jin breathes into his lips, sucking like there's no tomorrow. "I think I've always been waiting to do this."
"Do this," Kazuya gasps incoherently. "Do me. Do me."
Hands cascade over his skin, peeling off his clothes, wet kisses falling over sweat and musk-filled skin. Atleast Jin knows how to do this.
Jin is merciless, showing no pity, no sign of stopping even when he begs for him to slow down; he is going to come. The pain in his groin bursts into a kind of apoplexy. Kazuya opens his eyes wide and looks at Jin, half in love, half in frustration. That's when Jin's cheek slides over his thighs, and he climaxes with a sharp cry.
"You--" Kazuya breathes. "Don't just go off--" and he stops when Jin's finger is in his opening, and he feels the heat pooling in his chest again, down to his cock.
He discovers that Jin, alien or not, gets hard and heavy and spectacularly wild in bed, pounding him into the mattress; Kazuya has to grasp the sheets tight before he sinks into a hole on the bed.
---
They lay together, side by side, wrapping their naked bodies in the bedsheet. Neither of them utters a sound for a long moment, as if slipping into a silent film, their minds at rest. Jin holds Kazuya from behind, his big hands caressing his nipples.
Kazuya feels as if he is slowly regaining sobriety again. "How do you feel?" Really, Jin should be the one asking him, but he somehow feels compelled to ask.
"Like the planet has exploded into a million pieces," Jin answers without hesitation.
Kazuya laughs, eyes half-closed. Even after many weeks, Jin still utters the worst lines.
---
When he wakes up in the dead of the night, the space beside him is cold and empty. The sliding doors leading to the balcony are open. When he stands up unsteadily, the chilly air hits his bare form, and he quickly grabs the robe on the bedstand to cover himself. When he is outside, Jin is there with pajamas on (just like he instructed him to do once he wakes up), leaning dangerously on the railing.
"Jin," Kazuya calls. "Is something wrong?"
Jin's eyes are like misty glass. "They're coming for me."
"Who is?"
"The mothership," Jin murmurs. "They've found me. They're coming for me."
Kazuya sighs. This game is getting old. "Jin, stop this nonsense. It's getting awfully repetitive."
Jin doesn't say anything, but he snakes an arm around Kazuya's shoulders. He then points to the dark sky, filled with numerous stars. "It's calling me. It says they're coming for me. I've been gone too long and now it's time to go back."
Kazuya's gaze follows the direction Jin's finger is pointing to. A tiny star, a dying star. "Jin, that's just a star."
Jin shakes his head. "It's the sign. It's telling me to prepare."
Kazuya can't believe the panic in his own tone. "Prepare for what?"
"To go back."
Kazuya would rather tell himself that Jin really just had a few screws loose in his head than accept this - this anomaly, this lie. "Bastard." He laughs, soft and bitter. "If you wanted to leave, you don't have to make up stupid stories. Just say it."
Jin pulls him into an embrace, Kazuya's hair cushioning his chin. "My chest hurts when I think of leaving you."
"Did it hurt like that when you left your place?"
"No." Jin nuzzles his ear. "This is the first time. What a strange feeling."
Kazuya's hands drape themselves on Jin's back, feeling the bones, muscles, feeling Jin's humanity. "Fuck you," he says, and he hates cursing, but he can't help it - Jin wouldn't know what it means, anyway, given how socially retarded he was. "You only say this now. Fuck you."
"I feel that if I go back, even if I have to, it would always hurt here," Jin tilts his head to the place where his heart lay. "What do you think it means?"
Kazuya stares at Jin's painfully sincere face, before laughing again, resting his forehead on Jin's bare chest, near the beat of his humanoid alien whatever heart. "You retard," he says weakly through blurred eyes.
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tbc?
notes: is jin really an alien or just a guy that fancies himself as one? idk either :O