[One-Shot] Christmas Morning
Title: Christmas Morning
Author:
silverrain184
Pairings. Akame
Raiting: NC-17
Genre: ANGST!, Smut
Beta: NONE!!
Summary: 5 years ago, the world's been definitly a better place.
Author note:
I've already written most of it last year but didn't manage to finish. I had the idea ready and rushed to write it down so I can still post it today.
So no beta, sorry!
5 years
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Jin pulled his hoodie deeper to cover his face from the piecing cold.
It was cold, maddening cold and there was only frozen earth.
Single snowflakes fell onto his face, getting stuck in the icy strands of his hair but never enough to paint the ground in an even white.
It was as if the ground didn’t want to be painted in white, didn’t want to pretend any hint of life could be covered underneath.
Wind was always stronger, blowing the tiny crystals through the air but just not down.
Just not down to earth.
No! Hope! Left!
Being covered in snow meant;
Hiding the spouts of spring underneath - it could mean something would bloom out of the broken asphalt, after all the madness.
5 years.
Akanishi Jin knew; there was no spring following~
Spring would never follow.
No hope for a better future~
~*~
Jin adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, clearing his throat while pulling the headset closer to his cold lips.
“It was a fucking raccoon, you dweep! Don’t make me check on shit like this!”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance about his friend’s reply through the small earplug.
Jin shivered, lower lip shaking barely visible when the cold breeze hit him.
With one hand he pulled the collar of his white jacket even higher so half of his face was hidden when he stepped out from under the small roof of the shop that must’ve been a bakery in the past.
He slowly watched the cloudy sculpture his breath formed in the frozen air, thinking for a faint moment, that it was almost beautiful.
The heavy steel-screw equipped army boots he was wearing created a low clicking on the frozen asphalt.
Jin pulled the safety-lock of his machine gun with a cracking sound, aiming it as if he was about to shoot something. The sound was resonating from the abandoned skyscrapers around him, creating a lonely echo.
Just because he liked the sound of it.
Not losing focus on his way, Jin checked his ammunitions, flipping through his whole arsenal in an annoyed, almost bored manner.
One whole magazine and one and a half spares secured on his belt.
Not that he needed the shit. What was he supposed to shoot?
Raccoons?
Snowflakes?
For the first time, Jin looked up, boredom reflecting on his face, a boredom that was engraved on his expression since he had succumbed to the thought that nothing would ever be the same again…5 years ago.
The clicking of his guns had aroused Jin, left him fishing the small compass out of his pocket with too much spare energy.
“Ryo.
.
.
.
Ryo?
Since I’m already out and freezing my ass off, give me at least something to shoot!
C’mon, give me something to kill!”
Jin was almost whining.
The thought that someone, in the middle of nowhere, would want to kill a living being, which was obviously a rare encounter here, must seem like the most ridiculous thought you could come up with.
But not for Jin.
Jin had stopped caring a few months after everything went downhill.
He might be seen as the one who had been able to adjust to the situation the fastest...and the best. But after all, Jin just had been the one to give up hope first. There had never been anything heroic or ceremonially about his behaviour.
The thing that had made him stood out in the end had been the calm attitude, the lack of fear ~
The lack of hesitation~
But in the end it was just the lack of hope.
And the lack of restrictions.
The mere commitment to the new situation and the lack of mourning had made him jump straight to the top of the food chain.
His good looks had helped, too.
Akanishi Jin was a soldier and he had nothing to lose, nothing to fear and enough confidence to make him indestructible.
~*~
Jin chuckled into the device, turning his head to the side to look down one of the side streets to his right.
“Oh please, I heard you and Yamapi so many times banging that chick together. She screams like she’s dying at first but hell, she gets needy. I never thought a damn chick could get this loud.”
The world had collapsed 5 years ago and who had survived?
Not politicians, not scientists to rebuild a better world, no. A bunch of party animals, rich boys living in Azabu-jyuban to go out for coffee and Gucci in Ginza and at night for expensive drinks, sex and the occasional line of conaine in Roppongi.
Of course there were other survivors, too but Jin had often wondered, why he had survived, not someone…who … well… maybe deserved it.
Jin’s thought trailed off when he was looking down the alley to his side. Ryo’s excited voice about the latest orgy had faded into a dull background sound.
Jin might’ve been a bad listener, bad at socializing and bad at making girls scream octaves higher than officially bearable, but he had never in his life missed a sign.
Jin’s almost photographic memory was the reason he was up here after all…well, not only that, the lack of fear to get shot himself was pretty much on top of the list as well
Along other talents he noted for himself, giving himself credits for his outrageous weapon skills since none else seemed to want to do so.
As for now, his memory, paired with an unusual sense for details was what mattered. It was as if he could just feel if something was out of place.
And yes, right down that alley, there was something off and it caused a crunching in Jin’s guts.
“Gonna call you back.” Jin said into his headset, before he turned it off and away from his face.
Jin didn’t really slow down, when he marched down the direction he sensed something off at. He let the guns he carried crack again, smirking satisfied at the sound, the weight of the weapons in his hands gave him some feeling of power.
He had almost walked the whole alley down without encountering something unusual until he reached a door to his left that was slightly ajar. Taking a closer look, the door was made of glass and he could look inside the room.
He couldn’t spot anything out of the norm in there. Nothing visible from the outside but he knew the door hadn’t been open before.
Thinking about coincidences and chances of wind opening the door had never been part of his deal.
Jin pushed the door further open with the barrel of his gun, carefully listening to all the sounds that followed, whether from the door itself or from the inside.
Nothing.
Nothing but the usual cracking of the icicles on the gutters, but that was something he had blocked out of his hearing years ago.
The freaking shit never melted.
-- -- --
It wasn’t true after all, that no one ever came here. With a population of over 127mio, it wasn’t likely they were the only ones left.
In their headquarters in an old, converted underground parking garage were about 50 people. Their new home was like a fortress and right after they had gathered, the group had stored tons of resources down there.
Resources others wanted.
Once in a while, groups of other survivors came into this part of the city, either to make allies or look for trouble, usually the last.
Jin wasn’t eager to make new friends, wasn’t eager to share his food even though he sometimes craved for a new face.
Nevertheless, it was dangerous outside, unless you were someone like Jin who was send up here intentional.
In a world that went crazy, people tend to do the same and Jin had to shoot countless freaks down over the past years.
The floor on the ground creaked slightly under his feet.
There wasn’t much left but Jin realized fast that he was in an old FamilyMart.
Things were thrown over years ago, useful and eatable supplies removed long ago.
With careful steps Jin went to the back of the store, a staff room he guessed. There was a huge hole in the wall, leading into the next building. Jin didn’t know how or why someone would take the time or effort to do this, but curiosity took the best out of him and so he stepped through the raw concrete.
A faint beeping in his ear almost made him lose his concentration.
“I told you I call back, Ryo.” Jin snarled into his headset.
“Jin, we got a report about movements in your area. Be careful.”
“You said that two hours ago and it was a fucking raccoon.” Jin let his annoyance show even though he had the feeling that indeed something…or someone was out there.
“These are new reports, just a minute old. I don’t think it’s something big, we would’ve noticed earlier, but still, you never know.”
“OK, got that.” Jin confirmed. “I’m behind the old FamilyMart on Gaien Higashi Dori. Someone smashed the wall in. Why did I never notice that?”
“We raided the convini’s 5 years ago, Jin, why should we check if there’s a fucking hole in the wall?”
Jin chuckled at Ryo’s typical annoyed voice. “You’re right. That’s why the door should’ve been closed. And I’m sure it was a raccoon who shoved the trash aside, pulled the handle and sneaked his way inside.”
The other was silent for a moment. “Jin, you’ve got enough ammunition? Be careful, OK?”
“My baby’s ready to blast something off it’s feet.” Jin joked. “And I still got my knives. No need to worry.”
Jin switched the headset off again when he looked around to figure out where the passage had lead him to.
Looking around, the walls were decorated with carpets, thick, Bordeaux curtains now faded with a gray layer of dust, torches like looking lamps every few meters that would’ve engulfed the staircase in a warm, soothing atmosphere if electricity would’ve worked here since…then.
Now it was just cold, cold fabric that made Jin feel trapped.
He knew where he was. Jin had spend too much time drugged and needy in host clubs to not remember what they looked like from the inside though the interior had never been his main focus back then.
Jin’s photographic memory hadn’t been active in the past, before the change. Or maybe it had been but Jin had successfully numbed it enough to hardly remember more than a blur of the past couple of years.
Now it was different.
He was more alert to his surrounding…though the need was worse than ever.
Jin pushed the thought aside that he hadn’t gotten laid since mid-november, hadn’t gotten exciting encounters in what felt like ages.
Sleeping with the same damn broad was like jerking off alone in the dark, nothing to get hyped up about but when you’re stuck in a world that only offers you the occasional freak-encounter every other half year you don’t exactly stay picky about who you fuck.
Still, it was better than a hand job…
Jin pulled his mind out of reminisce, focusing on one step after another up the old host club’s staircase into the second floor.
‘Fuck’ Jin cursed as he spotted the skeleton on the upper level. This indeed hadn’t been a spot they had raided before. There hadn’t been any dead remains he hadn’t checked for it’s belongings so far and he would remember if he’d seen this one before.
Feeling up the corpse that was dusty and about to crumble under his fingers, he had to realize; someone’s been here before. …Just not him.
Someone had clearly taken this person’s belongings, Jin was sure no one would hang around these blocks without either taking money - if the corpse was from this time, or at least without weapons, if he had survived the apocalypse and died later.
Jin’s grip on his guns tightened as he sneaked around the corner of the hallway on the second floor.
Nothing seemed to be out of normal.
Carefully walking further, he saw a few bedrooms, making as few noises as possible with his heavy boots.
To his right side was the front of the building where more light shone through the dust-covered windows, making his way further down the corridor he kept a close look on every doorframe.
Since no unusual shadows or movements disturbed his way, he set one foot after another.
On his left side was a huge box for electric wires and all the shit Jin had never paid attention to in the past but this time he was sure it alerted him. Something like a common room had to come up, maybe a break room.
~*~
Jin was right.
He faced a room, taller than those he had seen on this floor so far, sides graced with cupboards and counters for storing drinks and food, everything hosts could need to get some time to relax.
Maybe it had been a break-room…or something like that but Jin wasn’t able to think about it since someone was hovering in the room, leaning with his back to him while scanning the space under the sink.
Jin’s mind turned blank for a second until it started progressing that there really was a human being crouching down only 3 m away.
Aiming his guns with a cracking sound made the figure freeze.
Neither of them had expected to encounter humans here.
“Show me your fucking hands! And make it slow so I can see your every move!” Jin’s voice was firm despite the anticipation and curiosity that was sending bubbles into his stomach.
The slim person raised his hands beside his head to show he wasn’t holding any weapons, rising slowly to his feet, back facing Jin.
“Relax, I’m not a threat.”
The guy’s voice was soft, almost inaudible, almost as if he hadn’t tried to speak to any other person for a fucking long time, Jin thought, mind running overtime when his gaze roamed over the man’s back.
He could see slim legs, clad in tight leather pants, probably provisionally sewn together with whatever’s been handy, shirt and coat thrown over with some remains of what looked like roadkill patched together to prevent the cold from creeping under his skin.
The huge backpack on the guy’s shoulders was half blocking his view and was of course Jin’s main focus.
It wasn’t just about the weapons he could hide there, Jin was trained enough to fight every attack, almost desperately leeching on a challenge but these days a backpack meant supplies and whatever you carry around could be a nice distraction from the same old thing every other day for the past 1.825 days.
“Put your fucking backpack down!” Jin commanded
Wooh, slow!” Jin interrupted the man’s movements, making him slow down when he started sliding the straps of the backpack down his shoulders, “Put it down slow and your fucking hands to the side, palms flat on the table, ‘kay?!”
Jin watched the smooth movement of the straps sliding down the guy’s shoulders while adjusting things, the collar of his shirt got crumbled, sliding down the skin on his back.
Jin couldn’t stop his eyes following, he felt like a deer caught in a headlight. There was none to judge him but he couldn’t deny he was trapped.
Trying to catch up his drool with a clearing of his throat, he could hear his own voice in a deeper, almost forgotten layer of it’s usual version.
“Turn around!”
And when the boy turned, Jin could feel his guts make a flip.
Getting a full view, he couldn’t muster how that guy had made it out of this without further damage…at least on the outer appearance.
He was beautiful and something within Jin made a twist in the memory section ~ like he had seen that appearance before but from the looks he could’ve been on a poster around Harajuku or on a screen in Shibuya ages ago.
The guy’s eyes were narrowed in concentration, taking a look over his body quicker than a casting agent to know what he’d be up to.
The boy’s expression changed seeing him, almost relaxed when he, apparently, didn’t see him as an instant threat.
“Akanishi…?”
And it knocked the air out of him!
His name…
He never…
Jin tightened his hold around his weapons, showing his displeasure.
How did that guy know his family name?! No one had used his family in years.
People don’t have families.
People don’t need family names.
Hell, he didn’t even remember it himself!
They stared at each other for a while. The other’s appearance seemed to shrink under his stare.
Still, the guy gathered the courage to speak up again.
“Y-you probably don’t remember…but …Roppongi…” The boy trailed off before he could gather himself.
“I … saw you in the past…”
No shocker there, Jin thought, pictures flashed like movie snippets in his head when he had been out with the gang, walking into clubs like he owned them, snorting cocaine, fucking girls against the backrest of his VIP-seats, popping pills between bar and restroom getting trashed on the dance floor.
Too much money he had never earned had made them creative to keep their lifes thrilling.
Had he fucked that guy in the past and couldn’t remember?
“I’ve been shooting nothing but raccoons in the past so spill your guts or I make them spill~” Jin still had his gun pointed at the guy, more firmly than ever.
“N-nothing, just…” Jin could hear the guy’s uncertain voice, “I saw you partying with your…your friends…”
And that guy had to go there.
It was Jin and his friends, Jin and his past of enjoying his time with them that got him over and over again in sentiments.
He had a lot of friends in the past, they had been constantly hanging out, one as bored as the other but they had still loved the life they’ve been living.
2 were left.
Small steps…Jin didn’t even realize he was taking them but suddenly he was face to face, front on front with the other and there was this smell…not a smell but a fragrance… a stupid scent that clouded Jin’s mind in memories, threw him back about 5 years, 6 years, 7 years maybe longer but he was in it, suddenly in the middle of crowded Tokyo, 12 million inhabitants still alive, getting on his nerves on the dance floor, looking for a cab, walking down the street, standing in front of the huge screens, rushing into his favourite ramen-shop, stuffing their empty stomachs with gyoza and a ridiculous amount of sauce and ra~yuu and pushing against him while he just wanted to fetch some ‘after drinking’ magic liquid to prevent his hangover the next morning and maybe getting some chewing gum along the way.
This was all crashing down on him at once, making him almost stumble back if not for his exceptional self-esteem to keep him on track.
“Drop it!”
Jin’s voice was raspy and like he had devoured a freaking chainsaw for breakfast but it did the trick as the other guy finally let the straps of his backpack slide all the way down his shoulders.
Jin’s eyes followed…and Jin could’ve sworn the other did it on purpose, letting the ends of his shirt get dragged down by the backpack’s straps, exposing more of this milky, creamy, sweet looking skin.
Jin licked his lips, gaze long forgotten the strap, lost on the small space of the collar that exposed more of the other’s thin collarbone and chest.
“Your name!” Jin demanded to know.
The other mustered Jin for a moment, as if his eyes were saying ‘are you serious?’ but Jin missed it, not paying his full attention to the guy’s face.
“Kazuya.”
Kazuya’s eyes stayed curiously on Jin’s face to see if the name would bring any other expression on his face but nothing came.
From the look his eyes were showing, Kazuya guessed Jin wasn’t even listening properly.
“You want that?” Kazuya’s calm voice addressed Jin, void of any emotion.
Jin’s eyes were still fixated on the other’s neck, a spark of excitement flickering through them. His mind not thinking about the backpack and he couldn’t tell if Kazuya was talking about the supplies he was carrying…or something else.
His gaze must’ve been obvious by now, hungrily devouring every piece of the other along with Jin’s own sanity.
At least Kazuya seemed to understand what he was expected of, still facing the barrel of the machine gun.
The younger took a step forward, so slow it could almost be considered as slow motion to not startle the guy with the gun, arms loosely to the side, without threat, without tension to quickly act against Jin, just open and defenceless, inviting.
With the first movement, Jin’s eyes wandered up, settling on the other’s.
Kazuya’s clear gaze locked with Jin’s dark, loosing themselves in the depth.
The grip around the gun tightened. Despite the fascination and desire the beautiful creature in front of him unleashed within Jin, he wasn’t someone to be fooled.
Lost on the smooth movements, Jin couldn’t pinpoint how much time exactly had passed until Kazuya stopped, chest fearlessly pressed against the barrel.
To underline that he wouldn’t disobey, Kazuya raised his arms more to the side, spread palms facing Jin in a cooperative gesture.
Jin loosened one hand from the weapon, still alerted, reaching forward to brush over the other’s clothes to check for weapons.
He found a knife and basic tools that could be easily used to stab someone, kicking them out of reach.
“Turn!” Jin commanded, voice hoarsely broken, pushing Kame back a bit with the machine gun.
Kazuya complied without any protest. Just the hint of a smile graced the corner of his lips as if he would think a mocking ‘c’mon, what are you waiting for? I know what you want anyway’.
This time, when Jin checked Kazuya’s clothes for weapons, he was way closer and his movements rougher. It was more like feeling up his body than anything else at this point.
Jin’s breath touched the cool skin of Kazuya’s neck, making the younger shudder. Still, there was yet a sign of resistance to come.
Jin didn’t care.
Didn’t care if Kazuya would protest, would want a save distance between them.
Being trapped in the dizzying scent that was engulfing Jin the closer he was to the other, made him lose all connection to reality.
His free hand grabbed for Kazuya’s hair, roughly pushing his head forward, exposing more of the skin on his neck.
Jin pushed his own body against the other’s back, making Kazuya reach forward to support himself with flat palms against the counter.
Jin took a deep breath, knowing he would fall even deeper into a foggy spiral of lust, desire, despair and longing. Not just for the person in front of him but for what he represented.
Lips touching skin, he felt the shudder of skin under him this time, he couldn’t tell if pleasant or repelled.
“What are you waiting for?”
The dull voice from afar and yet so close reached Jin through the cloud of emotions, answering the question.
Suddenly, Jin’s movement got hastily, ripping at the clothes until his hand had found a way through layers of wrapped clothes, touching cool skin on Kazuya’s back.
He could feel rips but that wasn’t unexpected and Jin couldn’t care less, the skin was so unbelievable smooth under his fingertips, replacing the numbness slowly with warmth.
Jin sighed against Kazuya’s neck, a strangled sound, satisfied yet desperate, making a long but hesitant breath escape the other.
The hand in Kazuya’s hair trailed down over his throat, thump pressing for a moment as if Jin would close his hand around the other’s neck but it continued to his chest in a bold attempt to get the other’s clothes out of the way.
The breaths against Kazuya’s neck turned into a groan, force of the body pressed against the younger’s back rising.
Kazuya braced himself against the counter, pushing back against Jin as if he was repeating his question with his body.
‘What are you waiting for?’
Jin took the invitation, biting down on the skin in the crook of Kazuya’s neck, tightening his arm around the other’s body, crashing them together.
Friction, a gasp, more desire.
From here on, Jin’s movements turned hectic, frantically ripping on clothes, pulling Kazuya around to shove him into the kitchen interior.
Face buried against Kazuya’s throat, Jin placed the gun on the counter next to him, using both hands now to roam all over the thin frame of the boy.
Kazuya let his head fall back, panting voiceless moans, cold skin slowly warming up under the rough ministration.
Jin heaved Kazuya on the counter, pushing between his legs, groaning frustrated about the still too little friction his hard-on was getting beneath the layers of clothes still separating them.
Teeth sunk into skin, not hard enough to tear but still enough force for pain.
Jin still couldn’t detect any resistance. Or maybe he was too lost in his own world to take notice, he couldn’t even be sure.
A frustrated groan left Jin’s lips when he wasn’t satisfied with the progress anymore, pulling Kazuya down again by the hips and turned him back into his previous position.
When he had tugged clumsily on their clothes, Jin slowed down, stopping with the younger’s thin frame trapped in his strong arms, face so close against Kazuya’s skin that he could feel it heating up with every heavy puff of air.
Jin couldn’t describe his emotions, couldn’t even understand them himself. He felt drawn, turned on, interested and reminded at the same time.
His heart was making weird flips, a feeling he wasn’t sure he would ever feel again. It was an emotion like turning into the street where you grew up and you knew when you’d reach the garden and would step on the porch, knock on the door, your family would open and invite you into the warm house.
You’d reach home.
A hesitant but still determined hand around his erection brought him back to reality.
Surprised, a moan left Jin’s lips.
“Get it over with, already,” Kazuya hissed over his shoulder, leading Jin unmistakably.
And Jin stopped thinking that moment. He banned the weird emotions and the thought that maybe, he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing out of his mind and pushed into the other’s body.
The intensity knocked all air out of Jin, nearly making his knees buck. He hadn’t felt anything like this in an eternity, impulses going roller coaster rides in his head.
To fight the rising spinning, Jin began to move.
When they slowly started to adjust to each other, the feeling was back, strong enough this time to even creep through Jin’s lust driven mind.
Familiarity.
Like this wasn’t knew. Like he was coming home. Like he was back, protected, loved.
Like he was not alone.
Jin muffled the flood of pleasure and confusing emotions between Kazuya’s shoulder blades, moans bordering to sobs.
Sweat was forming on their bodies, despite the cold, making the smooth skin under Jin’s palms slippery.
Ragged breathes mixed with the sound of flesh on flesh when Jin thrust in a steady pace.
Kazuy’s hands were pushed against the edge of the counter, stabilizing him against Jin’s harsh movements, back bend with his head hanging low.
Jin couldn’t see his expression but his breath was heavy, too.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Jin pressed out between panting, half realizing, half disappointed.
“It’s your thing. It’s how you survived.”
“Not everyone’s got a pretty gun like yours.” Kazuya hissed, pushing back at the words as if to lead Jin’s thoughts into a completely different meaning.
Jin yelped surprised at the additional friction, ending in a dragged moan. His fingers clawed onto the bony hip bones and he picked up the pace.
Out of instinct, Jin got a hold of Kazuya’s erection, slowly palming it.
“N…d-don’t…” Kazuya’s half-hearted protest was lost on Jin’s focused mind, pace becoming faster from both, his hips and hand.
A shudder went through Kazuya’s body, tensing when he came, taking Jin along with him.
Jin stilled, motionless remaining in the same position, face buried against Kazuya’s neck.
They were breathing heavily, with exhaustion the twirl of emotions was back, hitting Jin harder than before.
He was lost, he didn’t know what was happening here, what was going on with him.
Satisfaction mixed with frustration, sadness, safety and excitement and maybe there was something he hadn’t felt in ages.
Hope.
The clash brought silent tears into Jin’s eyes, too much out of his hands to handle it. In this moment he wasn’t strong, had, he wanted to be cared for, to be held, to be loved.
Under his grip, Kazuya’s breath had become even again. Before Jin could gather his courage to face the younger, he felt a sharp pain rising from his side
Jin’s mind froze and he stumbled back, staring disbelievingly at the small knife that was sticking out of his stomach.
Slowly his eyes wandered up to Kazuya’s grim face.
“Did you think, I’d just let you fuck me?” The younger growled, eyes stopping at Jin’s tear stained cheeks for a second to look into his shock widened eyes.
“I…I thought…” Jin stuttered.
“…that we have some sort of connection? That you remember me after all?” Kazuya finished for him, guessing.
With a harsh tug, Kazuya pulled the knife out, a stream of blood following. Jin stumbled back against the wall, knees bucking and he dropped to the floor, still staring at Kazuya who adjusted his clothes back tightly around his body.
“D-don’t leave me…” Jin almost sobbed. The thought that the hope, the feeling was leaving was stronger, overpowering the realization that he would die here.
Kazuya reached for Jin’s gut on the kitchen counter, checking the ammunition. When he was done he shot Jin another look.
The older was leaning against the wall next to the door, hands pressed over the red-leaking wound, chest rising and falling rapidly. The panicked gaze never left Kazuya’s sight.
Kazuya stopped for a moment, their eyes locked.
After a while, with slow movements, Kazuya stepped closer, kneeling down in front of Jin.
The other didn’t say a word, just kept his intense stare at him as if he would give him answers like that.
Kazuya leaned in, slowly, stopping with their lips almost touching.
“Go home, Jin,” he whispered against the plum, shivering but warm lips before he closed the distance.
A/N:
Sorry for the not-christmass-y themed fic. These are the pictures that the Song 'Christmas Morning' inspired inside of me. Along with Jin's vision he mentioned in the UTB interview.
I finished it pretty rushed now so excuse the lack of emotional description.
In memory of my late grandmother who died yesterday morning while we were on our way to visit her.
Author:
silverrain184
Pairings. Akame
Raiting: NC-17
Genre: ANGST!, Smut
Beta: NONE!!
Summary: 5 years ago, the world's been definitly a better place.
Author note:
I've already written most of it last year but didn't manage to finish. I had the idea ready and rushed to write it down so I can still post it today.
So no beta, sorry!
5 years
-- -- -- -- -- --
Jin pulled his hoodie deeper to cover his face from the piecing cold.
It was cold, maddening cold and there was only frozen earth.
Single snowflakes fell onto his face, getting stuck in the icy strands of his hair but never enough to paint the ground in an even white.
It was as if the ground didn’t want to be painted in white, didn’t want to pretend any hint of life could be covered underneath.
Wind was always stronger, blowing the tiny crystals through the air but just not down.
Just not down to earth.
No! Hope! Left!
Being covered in snow meant;
Hiding the spouts of spring underneath - it could mean something would bloom out of the broken asphalt, after all the madness.
5 years.
Akanishi Jin knew; there was no spring following~
Spring would never follow.
No hope for a better future~
~*~
Jin adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, clearing his throat while pulling the headset closer to his cold lips.
“It was a fucking raccoon, you dweep! Don’t make me check on shit like this!”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance about his friend’s reply through the small earplug.
Jin shivered, lower lip shaking barely visible when the cold breeze hit him.
With one hand he pulled the collar of his white jacket even higher so half of his face was hidden when he stepped out from under the small roof of the shop that must’ve been a bakery in the past.
He slowly watched the cloudy sculpture his breath formed in the frozen air, thinking for a faint moment, that it was almost beautiful.
The heavy steel-screw equipped army boots he was wearing created a low clicking on the frozen asphalt.
Jin pulled the safety-lock of his machine gun with a cracking sound, aiming it as if he was about to shoot something. The sound was resonating from the abandoned skyscrapers around him, creating a lonely echo.
Just because he liked the sound of it.
Not losing focus on his way, Jin checked his ammunitions, flipping through his whole arsenal in an annoyed, almost bored manner.
One whole magazine and one and a half spares secured on his belt.
Not that he needed the shit. What was he supposed to shoot?
Raccoons?
Snowflakes?
For the first time, Jin looked up, boredom reflecting on his face, a boredom that was engraved on his expression since he had succumbed to the thought that nothing would ever be the same again…5 years ago.
The clicking of his guns had aroused Jin, left him fishing the small compass out of his pocket with too much spare energy.
“Ryo.
.
.
.
Ryo?
Since I’m already out and freezing my ass off, give me at least something to shoot!
C’mon, give me something to kill!”
Jin was almost whining.
The thought that someone, in the middle of nowhere, would want to kill a living being, which was obviously a rare encounter here, must seem like the most ridiculous thought you could come up with.
But not for Jin.
Jin had stopped caring a few months after everything went downhill.
He might be seen as the one who had been able to adjust to the situation the fastest...and the best. But after all, Jin just had been the one to give up hope first. There had never been anything heroic or ceremonially about his behaviour.
The thing that had made him stood out in the end had been the calm attitude, the lack of fear ~
The lack of hesitation~
But in the end it was just the lack of hope.
And the lack of restrictions.
The mere commitment to the new situation and the lack of mourning had made him jump straight to the top of the food chain.
His good looks had helped, too.
Akanishi Jin was a soldier and he had nothing to lose, nothing to fear and enough confidence to make him indestructible.
~*~
Jin chuckled into the device, turning his head to the side to look down one of the side streets to his right.
“Oh please, I heard you and Yamapi so many times banging that chick together. She screams like she’s dying at first but hell, she gets needy. I never thought a damn chick could get this loud.”
The world had collapsed 5 years ago and who had survived?
Not politicians, not scientists to rebuild a better world, no. A bunch of party animals, rich boys living in Azabu-jyuban to go out for coffee and Gucci in Ginza and at night for expensive drinks, sex and the occasional line of conaine in Roppongi.
Of course there were other survivors, too but Jin had often wondered, why he had survived, not someone…who … well… maybe deserved it.
Jin’s thought trailed off when he was looking down the alley to his side. Ryo’s excited voice about the latest orgy had faded into a dull background sound.
Jin might’ve been a bad listener, bad at socializing and bad at making girls scream octaves higher than officially bearable, but he had never in his life missed a sign.
Jin’s almost photographic memory was the reason he was up here after all…well, not only that, the lack of fear to get shot himself was pretty much on top of the list as well
Along other talents he noted for himself, giving himself credits for his outrageous weapon skills since none else seemed to want to do so.
As for now, his memory, paired with an unusual sense for details was what mattered. It was as if he could just feel if something was out of place.
And yes, right down that alley, there was something off and it caused a crunching in Jin’s guts.
“Gonna call you back.” Jin said into his headset, before he turned it off and away from his face.
Jin didn’t really slow down, when he marched down the direction he sensed something off at. He let the guns he carried crack again, smirking satisfied at the sound, the weight of the weapons in his hands gave him some feeling of power.
He had almost walked the whole alley down without encountering something unusual until he reached a door to his left that was slightly ajar. Taking a closer look, the door was made of glass and he could look inside the room.
He couldn’t spot anything out of the norm in there. Nothing visible from the outside but he knew the door hadn’t been open before.
Thinking about coincidences and chances of wind opening the door had never been part of his deal.
Jin pushed the door further open with the barrel of his gun, carefully listening to all the sounds that followed, whether from the door itself or from the inside.
Nothing.
Nothing but the usual cracking of the icicles on the gutters, but that was something he had blocked out of his hearing years ago.
The freaking shit never melted.
-- -- --
It wasn’t true after all, that no one ever came here. With a population of over 127mio, it wasn’t likely they were the only ones left.
In their headquarters in an old, converted underground parking garage were about 50 people. Their new home was like a fortress and right after they had gathered, the group had stored tons of resources down there.
Resources others wanted.
Once in a while, groups of other survivors came into this part of the city, either to make allies or look for trouble, usually the last.
Jin wasn’t eager to make new friends, wasn’t eager to share his food even though he sometimes craved for a new face.
Nevertheless, it was dangerous outside, unless you were someone like Jin who was send up here intentional.
In a world that went crazy, people tend to do the same and Jin had to shoot countless freaks down over the past years.
The floor on the ground creaked slightly under his feet.
There wasn’t much left but Jin realized fast that he was in an old FamilyMart.
Things were thrown over years ago, useful and eatable supplies removed long ago.
With careful steps Jin went to the back of the store, a staff room he guessed. There was a huge hole in the wall, leading into the next building. Jin didn’t know how or why someone would take the time or effort to do this, but curiosity took the best out of him and so he stepped through the raw concrete.
A faint beeping in his ear almost made him lose his concentration.
“I told you I call back, Ryo.” Jin snarled into his headset.
“Jin, we got a report about movements in your area. Be careful.”
“You said that two hours ago and it was a fucking raccoon.” Jin let his annoyance show even though he had the feeling that indeed something…or someone was out there.
“These are new reports, just a minute old. I don’t think it’s something big, we would’ve noticed earlier, but still, you never know.”
“OK, got that.” Jin confirmed. “I’m behind the old FamilyMart on Gaien Higashi Dori. Someone smashed the wall in. Why did I never notice that?”
“We raided the convini’s 5 years ago, Jin, why should we check if there’s a fucking hole in the wall?”
Jin chuckled at Ryo’s typical annoyed voice. “You’re right. That’s why the door should’ve been closed. And I’m sure it was a raccoon who shoved the trash aside, pulled the handle and sneaked his way inside.”
The other was silent for a moment. “Jin, you’ve got enough ammunition? Be careful, OK?”
“My baby’s ready to blast something off it’s feet.” Jin joked. “And I still got my knives. No need to worry.”
Jin switched the headset off again when he looked around to figure out where the passage had lead him to.
Looking around, the walls were decorated with carpets, thick, Bordeaux curtains now faded with a gray layer of dust, torches like looking lamps every few meters that would’ve engulfed the staircase in a warm, soothing atmosphere if electricity would’ve worked here since…then.
Now it was just cold, cold fabric that made Jin feel trapped.
He knew where he was. Jin had spend too much time drugged and needy in host clubs to not remember what they looked like from the inside though the interior had never been his main focus back then.
Jin’s photographic memory hadn’t been active in the past, before the change. Or maybe it had been but Jin had successfully numbed it enough to hardly remember more than a blur of the past couple of years.
Now it was different.
He was more alert to his surrounding…though the need was worse than ever.
Jin pushed the thought aside that he hadn’t gotten laid since mid-november, hadn’t gotten exciting encounters in what felt like ages.
Sleeping with the same damn broad was like jerking off alone in the dark, nothing to get hyped up about but when you’re stuck in a world that only offers you the occasional freak-encounter every other half year you don’t exactly stay picky about who you fuck.
Still, it was better than a hand job…
Jin pulled his mind out of reminisce, focusing on one step after another up the old host club’s staircase into the second floor.
‘Fuck’ Jin cursed as he spotted the skeleton on the upper level. This indeed hadn’t been a spot they had raided before. There hadn’t been any dead remains he hadn’t checked for it’s belongings so far and he would remember if he’d seen this one before.
Feeling up the corpse that was dusty and about to crumble under his fingers, he had to realize; someone’s been here before. …Just not him.
Someone had clearly taken this person’s belongings, Jin was sure no one would hang around these blocks without either taking money - if the corpse was from this time, or at least without weapons, if he had survived the apocalypse and died later.
Jin’s grip on his guns tightened as he sneaked around the corner of the hallway on the second floor.
Nothing seemed to be out of normal.
Carefully walking further, he saw a few bedrooms, making as few noises as possible with his heavy boots.
To his right side was the front of the building where more light shone through the dust-covered windows, making his way further down the corridor he kept a close look on every doorframe.
Since no unusual shadows or movements disturbed his way, he set one foot after another.
On his left side was a huge box for electric wires and all the shit Jin had never paid attention to in the past but this time he was sure it alerted him. Something like a common room had to come up, maybe a break room.
~*~
Jin was right.
He faced a room, taller than those he had seen on this floor so far, sides graced with cupboards and counters for storing drinks and food, everything hosts could need to get some time to relax.
Maybe it had been a break-room…or something like that but Jin wasn’t able to think about it since someone was hovering in the room, leaning with his back to him while scanning the space under the sink.
Jin’s mind turned blank for a second until it started progressing that there really was a human being crouching down only 3 m away.
Aiming his guns with a cracking sound made the figure freeze.
Neither of them had expected to encounter humans here.
“Show me your fucking hands! And make it slow so I can see your every move!” Jin’s voice was firm despite the anticipation and curiosity that was sending bubbles into his stomach.
The slim person raised his hands beside his head to show he wasn’t holding any weapons, rising slowly to his feet, back facing Jin.
“Relax, I’m not a threat.”
The guy’s voice was soft, almost inaudible, almost as if he hadn’t tried to speak to any other person for a fucking long time, Jin thought, mind running overtime when his gaze roamed over the man’s back.
He could see slim legs, clad in tight leather pants, probably provisionally sewn together with whatever’s been handy, shirt and coat thrown over with some remains of what looked like roadkill patched together to prevent the cold from creeping under his skin.
The huge backpack on the guy’s shoulders was half blocking his view and was of course Jin’s main focus.
It wasn’t just about the weapons he could hide there, Jin was trained enough to fight every attack, almost desperately leeching on a challenge but these days a backpack meant supplies and whatever you carry around could be a nice distraction from the same old thing every other day for the past 1.825 days.
“Put your fucking backpack down!” Jin commanded
Wooh, slow!” Jin interrupted the man’s movements, making him slow down when he started sliding the straps of the backpack down his shoulders, “Put it down slow and your fucking hands to the side, palms flat on the table, ‘kay?!”
Jin watched the smooth movement of the straps sliding down the guy’s shoulders while adjusting things, the collar of his shirt got crumbled, sliding down the skin on his back.
Jin couldn’t stop his eyes following, he felt like a deer caught in a headlight. There was none to judge him but he couldn’t deny he was trapped.
Trying to catch up his drool with a clearing of his throat, he could hear his own voice in a deeper, almost forgotten layer of it’s usual version.
“Turn around!”
And when the boy turned, Jin could feel his guts make a flip.
Getting a full view, he couldn’t muster how that guy had made it out of this without further damage…at least on the outer appearance.
He was beautiful and something within Jin made a twist in the memory section ~ like he had seen that appearance before but from the looks he could’ve been on a poster around Harajuku or on a screen in Shibuya ages ago.
The guy’s eyes were narrowed in concentration, taking a look over his body quicker than a casting agent to know what he’d be up to.
The boy’s expression changed seeing him, almost relaxed when he, apparently, didn’t see him as an instant threat.
“Akanishi…?”
And it knocked the air out of him!
His name…
He never…
Jin tightened his hold around his weapons, showing his displeasure.
How did that guy know his family name?! No one had used his family in years.
People don’t have families.
People don’t need family names.
Hell, he didn’t even remember it himself!
They stared at each other for a while. The other’s appearance seemed to shrink under his stare.
Still, the guy gathered the courage to speak up again.
“Y-you probably don’t remember…but …Roppongi…” The boy trailed off before he could gather himself.
“I … saw you in the past…”
No shocker there, Jin thought, pictures flashed like movie snippets in his head when he had been out with the gang, walking into clubs like he owned them, snorting cocaine, fucking girls against the backrest of his VIP-seats, popping pills between bar and restroom getting trashed on the dance floor.
Too much money he had never earned had made them creative to keep their lifes thrilling.
Had he fucked that guy in the past and couldn’t remember?
“I’ve been shooting nothing but raccoons in the past so spill your guts or I make them spill~” Jin still had his gun pointed at the guy, more firmly than ever.
“N-nothing, just…” Jin could hear the guy’s uncertain voice, “I saw you partying with your…your friends…”
And that guy had to go there.
It was Jin and his friends, Jin and his past of enjoying his time with them that got him over and over again in sentiments.
He had a lot of friends in the past, they had been constantly hanging out, one as bored as the other but they had still loved the life they’ve been living.
2 were left.
Small steps…Jin didn’t even realize he was taking them but suddenly he was face to face, front on front with the other and there was this smell…not a smell but a fragrance… a stupid scent that clouded Jin’s mind in memories, threw him back about 5 years, 6 years, 7 years maybe longer but he was in it, suddenly in the middle of crowded Tokyo, 12 million inhabitants still alive, getting on his nerves on the dance floor, looking for a cab, walking down the street, standing in front of the huge screens, rushing into his favourite ramen-shop, stuffing their empty stomachs with gyoza and a ridiculous amount of sauce and ra~yuu and pushing against him while he just wanted to fetch some ‘after drinking’ magic liquid to prevent his hangover the next morning and maybe getting some chewing gum along the way.
This was all crashing down on him at once, making him almost stumble back if not for his exceptional self-esteem to keep him on track.
“Drop it!”
Jin’s voice was raspy and like he had devoured a freaking chainsaw for breakfast but it did the trick as the other guy finally let the straps of his backpack slide all the way down his shoulders.
Jin’s eyes followed…and Jin could’ve sworn the other did it on purpose, letting the ends of his shirt get dragged down by the backpack’s straps, exposing more of this milky, creamy, sweet looking skin.
Jin licked his lips, gaze long forgotten the strap, lost on the small space of the collar that exposed more of the other’s thin collarbone and chest.
“Your name!” Jin demanded to know.
The other mustered Jin for a moment, as if his eyes were saying ‘are you serious?’ but Jin missed it, not paying his full attention to the guy’s face.
“Kazuya.”
Kazuya’s eyes stayed curiously on Jin’s face to see if the name would bring any other expression on his face but nothing came.
From the look his eyes were showing, Kazuya guessed Jin wasn’t even listening properly.
“You want that?” Kazuya’s calm voice addressed Jin, void of any emotion.
Jin’s eyes were still fixated on the other’s neck, a spark of excitement flickering through them. His mind not thinking about the backpack and he couldn’t tell if Kazuya was talking about the supplies he was carrying…or something else.
His gaze must’ve been obvious by now, hungrily devouring every piece of the other along with Jin’s own sanity.
At least Kazuya seemed to understand what he was expected of, still facing the barrel of the machine gun.
The younger took a step forward, so slow it could almost be considered as slow motion to not startle the guy with the gun, arms loosely to the side, without threat, without tension to quickly act against Jin, just open and defenceless, inviting.
With the first movement, Jin’s eyes wandered up, settling on the other’s.
Kazuya’s clear gaze locked with Jin’s dark, loosing themselves in the depth.
The grip around the gun tightened. Despite the fascination and desire the beautiful creature in front of him unleashed within Jin, he wasn’t someone to be fooled.
Lost on the smooth movements, Jin couldn’t pinpoint how much time exactly had passed until Kazuya stopped, chest fearlessly pressed against the barrel.
To underline that he wouldn’t disobey, Kazuya raised his arms more to the side, spread palms facing Jin in a cooperative gesture.
Jin loosened one hand from the weapon, still alerted, reaching forward to brush over the other’s clothes to check for weapons.
He found a knife and basic tools that could be easily used to stab someone, kicking them out of reach.
“Turn!” Jin commanded, voice hoarsely broken, pushing Kame back a bit with the machine gun.
Kazuya complied without any protest. Just the hint of a smile graced the corner of his lips as if he would think a mocking ‘c’mon, what are you waiting for? I know what you want anyway’.
This time, when Jin checked Kazuya’s clothes for weapons, he was way closer and his movements rougher. It was more like feeling up his body than anything else at this point.
Jin’s breath touched the cool skin of Kazuya’s neck, making the younger shudder. Still, there was yet a sign of resistance to come.
Jin didn’t care.
Didn’t care if Kazuya would protest, would want a save distance between them.
Being trapped in the dizzying scent that was engulfing Jin the closer he was to the other, made him lose all connection to reality.
His free hand grabbed for Kazuya’s hair, roughly pushing his head forward, exposing more of the skin on his neck.
Jin pushed his own body against the other’s back, making Kazuya reach forward to support himself with flat palms against the counter.
Jin took a deep breath, knowing he would fall even deeper into a foggy spiral of lust, desire, despair and longing. Not just for the person in front of him but for what he represented.
Lips touching skin, he felt the shudder of skin under him this time, he couldn’t tell if pleasant or repelled.
“What are you waiting for?”
The dull voice from afar and yet so close reached Jin through the cloud of emotions, answering the question.
Suddenly, Jin’s movement got hastily, ripping at the clothes until his hand had found a way through layers of wrapped clothes, touching cool skin on Kazuya’s back.
He could feel rips but that wasn’t unexpected and Jin couldn’t care less, the skin was so unbelievable smooth under his fingertips, replacing the numbness slowly with warmth.
Jin sighed against Kazuya’s neck, a strangled sound, satisfied yet desperate, making a long but hesitant breath escape the other.
The hand in Kazuya’s hair trailed down over his throat, thump pressing for a moment as if Jin would close his hand around the other’s neck but it continued to his chest in a bold attempt to get the other’s clothes out of the way.
The breaths against Kazuya’s neck turned into a groan, force of the body pressed against the younger’s back rising.
Kazuya braced himself against the counter, pushing back against Jin as if he was repeating his question with his body.
‘What are you waiting for?’
Jin took the invitation, biting down on the skin in the crook of Kazuya’s neck, tightening his arm around the other’s body, crashing them together.
Friction, a gasp, more desire.
From here on, Jin’s movements turned hectic, frantically ripping on clothes, pulling Kazuya around to shove him into the kitchen interior.
Face buried against Kazuya’s throat, Jin placed the gun on the counter next to him, using both hands now to roam all over the thin frame of the boy.
Kazuya let his head fall back, panting voiceless moans, cold skin slowly warming up under the rough ministration.
Jin heaved Kazuya on the counter, pushing between his legs, groaning frustrated about the still too little friction his hard-on was getting beneath the layers of clothes still separating them.
Teeth sunk into skin, not hard enough to tear but still enough force for pain.
Jin still couldn’t detect any resistance. Or maybe he was too lost in his own world to take notice, he couldn’t even be sure.
A frustrated groan left Jin’s lips when he wasn’t satisfied with the progress anymore, pulling Kazuya down again by the hips and turned him back into his previous position.
When he had tugged clumsily on their clothes, Jin slowed down, stopping with the younger’s thin frame trapped in his strong arms, face so close against Kazuya’s skin that he could feel it heating up with every heavy puff of air.
Jin couldn’t describe his emotions, couldn’t even understand them himself. He felt drawn, turned on, interested and reminded at the same time.
His heart was making weird flips, a feeling he wasn’t sure he would ever feel again. It was an emotion like turning into the street where you grew up and you knew when you’d reach the garden and would step on the porch, knock on the door, your family would open and invite you into the warm house.
You’d reach home.
A hesitant but still determined hand around his erection brought him back to reality.
Surprised, a moan left Jin’s lips.
“Get it over with, already,” Kazuya hissed over his shoulder, leading Jin unmistakably.
And Jin stopped thinking that moment. He banned the weird emotions and the thought that maybe, he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing out of his mind and pushed into the other’s body.
The intensity knocked all air out of Jin, nearly making his knees buck. He hadn’t felt anything like this in an eternity, impulses going roller coaster rides in his head.
To fight the rising spinning, Jin began to move.
When they slowly started to adjust to each other, the feeling was back, strong enough this time to even creep through Jin’s lust driven mind.
Familiarity.
Like this wasn’t knew. Like he was coming home. Like he was back, protected, loved.
Like he was not alone.
Jin muffled the flood of pleasure and confusing emotions between Kazuya’s shoulder blades, moans bordering to sobs.
Sweat was forming on their bodies, despite the cold, making the smooth skin under Jin’s palms slippery.
Ragged breathes mixed with the sound of flesh on flesh when Jin thrust in a steady pace.
Kazuy’s hands were pushed against the edge of the counter, stabilizing him against Jin’s harsh movements, back bend with his head hanging low.
Jin couldn’t see his expression but his breath was heavy, too.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Jin pressed out between panting, half realizing, half disappointed.
“It’s your thing. It’s how you survived.”
“Not everyone’s got a pretty gun like yours.” Kazuya hissed, pushing back at the words as if to lead Jin’s thoughts into a completely different meaning.
Jin yelped surprised at the additional friction, ending in a dragged moan. His fingers clawed onto the bony hip bones and he picked up the pace.
Out of instinct, Jin got a hold of Kazuya’s erection, slowly palming it.
“N…d-don’t…” Kazuya’s half-hearted protest was lost on Jin’s focused mind, pace becoming faster from both, his hips and hand.
A shudder went through Kazuya’s body, tensing when he came, taking Jin along with him.
Jin stilled, motionless remaining in the same position, face buried against Kazuya’s neck.
They were breathing heavily, with exhaustion the twirl of emotions was back, hitting Jin harder than before.
He was lost, he didn’t know what was happening here, what was going on with him.
Satisfaction mixed with frustration, sadness, safety and excitement and maybe there was something he hadn’t felt in ages.
Hope.
The clash brought silent tears into Jin’s eyes, too much out of his hands to handle it. In this moment he wasn’t strong, had, he wanted to be cared for, to be held, to be loved.
Under his grip, Kazuya’s breath had become even again. Before Jin could gather his courage to face the younger, he felt a sharp pain rising from his side
Jin’s mind froze and he stumbled back, staring disbelievingly at the small knife that was sticking out of his stomach.
Slowly his eyes wandered up to Kazuya’s grim face.
“Did you think, I’d just let you fuck me?” The younger growled, eyes stopping at Jin’s tear stained cheeks for a second to look into his shock widened eyes.
“I…I thought…” Jin stuttered.
“…that we have some sort of connection? That you remember me after all?” Kazuya finished for him, guessing.
With a harsh tug, Kazuya pulled the knife out, a stream of blood following. Jin stumbled back against the wall, knees bucking and he dropped to the floor, still staring at Kazuya who adjusted his clothes back tightly around his body.
“D-don’t leave me…” Jin almost sobbed. The thought that the hope, the feeling was leaving was stronger, overpowering the realization that he would die here.
Kazuya reached for Jin’s gut on the kitchen counter, checking the ammunition. When he was done he shot Jin another look.
The older was leaning against the wall next to the door, hands pressed over the red-leaking wound, chest rising and falling rapidly. The panicked gaze never left Kazuya’s sight.
Kazuya stopped for a moment, their eyes locked.
After a while, with slow movements, Kazuya stepped closer, kneeling down in front of Jin.
The other didn’t say a word, just kept his intense stare at him as if he would give him answers like that.
Kazuya leaned in, slowly, stopping with their lips almost touching.
“Go home, Jin,” he whispered against the plum, shivering but warm lips before he closed the distance.
A/N:
Sorry for the not-christmass-y themed fic. These are the pictures that the Song 'Christmas Morning' inspired inside of me. Along with Jin's vision he mentioned in the UTB interview.
I finished it pretty rushed now so excuse the lack of emotional description.
In memory of my late grandmother who died yesterday morning while we were on our way to visit her.