Up in Smoke: A Heisei Kumi fanfic (26/36)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Hikato, Chiitaro, Ariyama
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Minor Character Death, Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Major Character Death
Genre: Slice of life/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Summary: After months of peace an attack leaves the Heisei Kumi reeling, and when an old enemy returns to the area reclaiming that peace starts to feel impossible.
A/N: The next installment in my Heisei Kumi AU, this one starts in the last days of December 2016 and continues on into 2017. If you'd like to read the other stories in this AU, please check out my masterlist. All Heisei Kumi fics have 平成組 next to their titles, to mark them as part of the AU! HI I have been dealing with a relapse in my anxiety--not a good time--and I've been so busy with life stuff this past week that I actually just. Forgot. To post. And I didn't even realize it until Wednesday. So. I'm so sorry. In other news this whole chapter is just smut. So if that's not your thing feel free to skip it! I promise we'll be back to your regularly scheduled murder etc. next week.
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The second they were alone Hikaru had Keito pressed up against his office door, hands on his chest, fingers fumbling with his shirt as he kissed him, tongue pulling an involuntary moan from Keito’s throat. Hikaru tugged the shirt up over Keito’s head, hands running over Keito’s chest and abdomen, fingers hot as they pressed lines into his skin. Keito curled his fingers into the belt loops on Hikaru’s jeans, yanking him forward and rolling their hips together as one hand slipped past the waistband to cup Hikaru’s ass, his lips trailing along the older man’s jaw, and Hikaru grabbed for him, Keito able to feel that he was already half hard in his jeans as he pressed their hips together.
After a drawn out moment Keito pulled his hand out of Hikaru’s pants, pressing another long kiss to Hikaru’s lips before he grabbed at the hem of Hikaru’s shirt, shoving his hands underneath and running them up his boyfriend’s muscular chest, taking the garment with him as he went. He got it up to Hikaru’s underarms, before Hikaru raised his arms up, letting Keito take it off the rest of the way, tossing it to the floor. He immediately ran his hands over Hikaru’s muscular shoulders and forearms, leaning in and pressing open mouthed kisses down Hikaru’s throat, teeth nipping along his collarbones as Hikaru whimpered.
One of Hikaru’s hands fisted itself in Keito’s long hair, and he brought Keito back up, meeting Keito’s mouth with his own, and he pushed closer, every part of him as close to Keito as he could get, flush against him, Keito’s back hitting the door. Keito wrapped his arms around Hikaru, wanting to get even closer, wanting to feel Hikaru’s heart beat against his own chest, to breathe him in, to taste him on his tongue. Keito lost track of time there pressed up against the door, as they kissed, tongues and hips rolling together, the fierce almost manic energy turning to a more languid passion. There was no rush. Not now that they were finally alone, not now that they had the whole night to touch and kiss.
Keito was already considering the many ways he wanted to make Hikaru feel good, his conversation earlier in the day with Yamada having set his imagination off, and he eventually broke a kiss and glanced over at the door to Hikaru’s bedroom, one hand trailing from where it’d been playing with some of Hikaru’s hair to roll his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Hikaru immediately letting out a high pitched whine, his neck craning forward to kiss Keito again, and a shiver ran down his spine. Keito let his other hand brush over Hikaru’s ribs, the gentle touch sending another shiver running through his boyfriend’s body, and Hikaru rolled his hips forcefully against Keito’s, biting a bit at Keito’s lower lip, and when they both pulled back to breathe he murmured
“Fuck.” He pressed another quick, searing kiss to Keito’s lips, before backing up, letting his hand run over Keito’s tattooed arm, grabbing his hand and saying “C’mon.” Hikaru’s voice was rough, lower, and the sound of it sent a spike of arousal rushing through Keito, who nearly tripped over his own feet as he followed after Hikaru, only making it as far as the threshold before he reached out, wrapping his arms around Hikaru from behind, burying his nose in Hikaru’s hair and just breathing him in for a long moment before he licked a stripe down Hikaru’s neck, burying his teeth into the juncture where it met shoulder muscle, right where a black stripe of Hikaru’s tattoo lay.
He didn’t bite down hard, just enough for Hikaru to feel it, and he let his hands wander back up to Hikaru’s nipples, loving just how sensitive Hikaru was there, Hikaru arching against him, before growling out affectionately
“The bed is right there.” Keito hummed in acknowledgement, but he didn’t make any move to stop, nosing at Hikaru’s jawline until Hikaru turned his head to press their lips together. “C’mon, I want to get out of these pants. I want to fuck you.” Hikaru breathed, and Keito pressed kisses to his throat as he talked, the suggestion sending something hot into his stomach, and he nodded, pressing closer to Hikaru from behind, and he said
“Yes. First, though, I want to-” He didn’t finish his sentence, choosing instead to tweak one of Hikaru’s nipples, and Hikaru let out another whimper, Keito’s hands trailing across his abdomen, cupping him through his jeans for a quick moment, before Hikaru grabbed his hand again, twirling him around and pushing him so that he fell back onto the bed, Keito letting out an undignified yelp as he plopped backwards, body bouncing on the mattress for a moment, while Hikaru yanked his pants down, stepping out of them before crawling on top of Keito, caging him in with his arms for a moment while he kissed him, Keito whining against his lips.
As soon as he could Keito grabbed Hikaru’s ass, fingers digging in a little, Hikaru’s breath hot on his lips, and Hikaru leaned back in, his tongue doing something fucking amazing in Keito’s mouth while one hand grabbed at Keito’s long hair, tugging just enough to make Keito whine. Keito bucked his hips up against Hikaru’s immediately reminded of the fact that he still had his pants on, and he stopped, letting go of Hikaru to tug at his own clothing, Hikaru chuckling against him, refusing to move, just hovering over Keito, on his hands and knees, while Keito shimmied out of his pants, eventually kicking them aside.
As soon as he was naked Hikaru layed himself down between Keito’s open legs, pressed against him so that their bare bodies were flush from chest to toe, hot skin sliding deliciously against each other. It was erotic, the feeling of Hikaru pressed up against him, nothing in the way, and Keito sighed happily, one hand pushing Hikaru’s hair out of his face, while Hikaru leaned in to kiss him again. Hikaru trailed kisses down every bit of Keito he could reach. He went up over his nose, and then he started down his neck, and he went across Keito’s chest and down one arm, over his hips to the other arm, before Keito practically sat up to kiss him on the forehead, the action making Hikaru smile.
Keito flipped them over, this time pressing Hikaru into the mattress, and instead of kissing him all over Keito kissed all on his chest, pausing only to dig around in the bedside table drawer for Hikaru’s nipple clamps, small things with a chain connecting them. He glanced down at Hikaru’s face, asking quietly
“Do you-?”
“Yes.” Hikaru cut him off, arching his chest up, hands running along his own skin where Keito had been touching him only a moment before. “Please.” Keito leaned back in, pressing kisses to Hikaru’s lips as his fingers got to work. He could feel Hikaru shudder against him as he attached the little clips, his mouth opening involuntarily against Keito’s own, and Keito asked
“Is it okay?”
“Fuck.” Hikaru breathed, eyes meeting Keito’s one hand coming up to cup his cheek, and his eyes flicked down to his own chest for a moment, his voice betraying just how wholly turned on he was. “Yes.” Keito pressed close, fingers rubbing soothing circles on the skin around Hikaru’s nipples while he kissed him, Hikaru grabbing Keito’s ass with both hands and rolling their hips together, Keito pressing back against him, fingers wrapping around the chain that connected the clamps, giving it the smallest of tugs as he rolled his hips against Hikaru’s, and Hikaru moaned, head rolling back, fingers digging into Keito’s shoulders, and god damn, he was stunning like that.
Keito was content to kiss and roll their hips together and slowly take Hikaru apart, loving Hikaru’s reaction’s every time Keito would move against him, but Hikaru wasn’t having it, reaching down and wrapping one hand around Keito’s erection, voice rough and low with arousal as Keito thrust into his palm, the action involuntary
“I said I wanted to fuck you, remember? I still do.” Keito nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Hikaru ran his thumb over the head of his dick, his breath coming in shallow bursts. “How about you lay back and let me take care of you for a while now, Keito?” Hikaru offered, his tone making it sound like he was the one getting the good end of the deal, like Keito would need to be persuaded, and he wasn’t completely wrong. Keito really loved making sure Hikaru had a good time. But he rolled over, off of his boyfriend, and Hikaru smiled, pressing a slow kiss to Keito’s lips before he got up, the chain looping down from his chest as he bent over Keito, the sight of it all making Keito’s heart race.
And then Hikaru ran his tongue all the way up Keito’s dick, and Keito trembled, Hikaru spending a few minutes running his tongue lazily over it all, mouth hot and wet and so, so good. But then he traveled lower, hands pushing Keito’s knees to his chest, before he ran the flat of his tongue over Keito’s entrance, and Keito bit at his lips to hold in the whine in his throat. Hikaru chuckled, the sound low, and Keito grabbed at his own knees for something to hold onto as Hikaru’s tongue got to work, Hikaru peppering his inner thighs with kisses intermittently, his hands warm and solid on Keito’s legs.
It was only once Keito really started to relax into the whole thing that Hikaru dug the lube out of his bedside table drawer, coating his fingers with it, rubbing them together to warm it up before he let one long finger run over Keito’s entrance, the cool air contrasted with his warm skin making Keito shiver. But then Hikaru pushed it in, and he sighed, relaxing his muscles, letting Hikaru in, and Hikaru looked up at him over Keito’s legs, his gaze full of warm affection, and he pressed a kiss to Keito’s knee, before curling his finger, pulling it out just past the knuckle before pressing it back in.
Hikaru took his time, gradually adding one more finger, and then two, deliberately brushing up against Keito’s prostate just often enough to keep Keito from fully relaxing. Keito reached out for him, and Hikaru took his hand, Keito clutching it to his chest, wishing they could kiss when they were like this. He wanted to be able to touch Hikaru, to feel their bodies against each other, but he also didn’t want Hikaru to stop what he was doing, and so he settled for Hikaru’s hand clutched in his own, Hikaru dropping a few kisses to whatever skin was closest as his fingers slid in and out of Keito.
“Please.” Keito finally murmured, propping himself up on one elbow to look Hikaru in the eye. “Please Hikaru. I want you.” Hikaru whined, his fingers suddenly gone as a surged forward to press a kiss to Keito’s lips, Keito tangling his fingers in Hikaru’s hair, his other hand wrapping around Hikaru’s back, pulling him as close as possible, their erections sliding against each other, and for a moment Keito thought that maybe if it meant Hikaru wouldn’t stop kissing him like this, they could just grind up against each other until they got off. But then Hikaru broke the kiss, murmuring
“Okay, okay. Yeah.” He grabbed for the lube, where it had laid tipped over on the sheets, dangerously close to leaking, spreading some over himself, and the sight reminded him that things could be even better, and he let his legs fall open, as Hikaru leaned back in, slowly pushing inside. It felt so good, hot and tight, his body ready after all of Hikaru’s careful menstruations earlier, and it just felt right, Hikaru over him, Hikaru inside of him, and Keito hooked his legs around Hikaru’s hips, reaching up to run a hand across Hikaru’s jawline, cupping his face for a few moments, and he tried to steady himself, to take a few deep breaths, as Hikaru pressed kisses to his chest.
“You okay?” Hikaru asked, and Keito nodded, a smile blooming on his lips at the question, because it was just so amazingly sweet, and he ran his fingers over Hikaru’s lips, Hikaru kissing them as they passed, and Keito assured him
“Yeah.” Hikaru gave a small, experimental roll of his hips, eyes on Keito’s face for a reaction, and the cool metal of the chain from Hikaru’s nipple clamps skimmed his chest, making him shiver, and he reached out, tugging on it just a little, Hikaru cursing, his eyes flying shut, and he thrust harder into Keito, Keito feeling it all through his body, his hands running over every bit of Hikaru he could touch as the thrusts started to build a pace, Hikaru rolling his hips languidly, his tongue making trails across Keito’s chest and as far up his neck as he could get. Keito squeezed against him, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, just feeling Hikaru.
Eventually one of Hikaru’s hands moved from where he’d been fisting the sheets by Keito’s head to instead curl his fingers around Keito’s dick, running along it in time to his thrusts, and he propped himself on his other elbow, Hikaru’s thrusts becoming faster, more pointed, Hikaru’s breath ghosting over his chest and neck as he finally started to chase orgasm. Keito reached down, lacing his fingers with Hikaru’s around his dick, moving their hands together, and he arched up against him, able to feel when Hikaru grew close, grabbing at the nipple clamps and giving Hikaru a look, making sure this was what he wanted, before he tugged, a moan ripped from Hikaru’s lips, his hips stuttering as he came, his eyes slamming shut.
Keito could feel Hikaru tense up, his hand stilling on Keito’s dick, feel Hikaru coming hot inside of him, and it made him whine and roll his hips, fucking himself on Hikaru’s dick, fucking Hikaru through it, and as Hikaru’s eyes cracked open Keito groaned, so close, so damn close, and Hikaru smiled, eyes on Keito’s face as his hand got back to work, stroking Keito faster, thumb brushing the head of his dick in the way he knew would make Keito’s back arch and his body clench around Hikaru’s cock, still buried inside of him.
Keito’s orgasm crashed over him all at once, tipping him over the edge. His eyes slammed shut, mouth parting, panting breaths falling from his lips as Hikaru murmured praises, voice low and full of affection as he told Keito just how beautiful he was, how sexy he was, how good he felt. When it passed he grabbed for Hikaru, feeling him pull out, a whimper falling from his lips, Hikaru already pulling him close and kissing him. They kept kissing, sweet, slow kisses, and through them he reached for Hikaru’s chest, gingerly removing the nipple clamps with trembling fingers, Hikaru hissing as they were released, his flesh all flushed and swollen, over sensitive. Keito gently stroked the area, encouraging blood flow.
Hikaru collapsed onto the bed next to him, scooping Keito up in his arms and pressing kisses in a line from his forehead to his lips, their chests both still heaving, sweat on their skin. Once the kiss broke Keito nuzzled Hikaru’s jaw, burying his face into it for a moment, body completely limp, and he just breathed in the man he loved in silence. They lay like that for what felt like an age, Keito curled up as close to Hikaru as he could get, Hikaru’s tattooed arm wrapped around his scarred chest. Keito was really settling in, considering falling asleep just like that, happy to be the smaller spoon tonight, when Hikaru said
“Do you think you’re up for another round?” The question tugged at something warm in his chest, and Keito flipped himself around, pressing a kiss to Hikaru’s lips, worrying his boyfriend’s lower lip between his teeth, already feeling himself becoming more alert.
“Yes.” He breathed, hands rubbing up Hikaru’s chest to his shoulders, pressing the older man into the mattress and crawling on top of him, leaning in to kiss him again as he languidly rolled his hips down to meet Hikaru’s. Hikaru smiled into the kiss, and Keito pulled back just to see the grin bloom across Hikaru’s face, Hikaru’s hands running down his back to settle in the little dip right before the swell of Keito’s ass. Keito couldn’t help but smile back, transfixed on Hikaru’s face, and he found the words pulled from him, voice soft
“God, you’re beautiful.”
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