Who Are We? - Chapter 2
Title: Who Are We?
Pairing: Akame
Genre: AU, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Beta: infynitehexes
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot, sadly.
Warnings: I don’t know how to warn you without spoiling the story so just read at your own risk. LOL
Summary: He wakes up naked to find himself in bed with a beautiful young man and without any of his memories. What’s his name again?
A/N: Posting this kinda early because I’ll be out the whole day tomorrow. Sorry for not following the schedule, and apologies in advance to people who will miss/find it late :| Pretty much PWP chapter but oh well.
Chapter 2
“What… do you mean?” Kazuya looked genuinely bewildered, and Jin was rather relieved that that was the reaction he got, instead of, say, Kazuya laughing at him.
It was only a short while past noon and Kazuya had just come home from school. Jin had just told the other man that he can’t remember anything or anyone, and now they were back to the staring contest that was previously interrupted by Kazuya’s initiative to kiss the taller man. Jin didn’t know what to feel about that either, but there were more pressing matters at the moment. Like his memory. And this goddamn headache which seemed to have decided to make a full swing.
“I can’t remember anything,” Jin repeated, sounding grave. “I don’t know you. I don’t know where I am. I don’t even remember my name - ”
“But you respond to ‘Jin’ - ”
“Because you called me that this morning,” Jin replied, fighting a blush as he remembered exactly how the two of them woke up this morning. “And please don’t treat me like a dog,” he added, referring to the term Kazuya used.
Kazuya chuckled, and then gazed at Jin wordlessly. Jin stared back yet again, and was feeling rather embarrassed with the way the smaller man was studying him. Kazuya was looking at him almost… lovingly, like Jin was some delicate princess. Just then, pain flared in the back of his head yet again, like he was poked in the nape or something.
“Hello?!” Jin exclaimed now, becoming impatient. “Can you stop staring and give me some answers already?!”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re rather adorable when you’re clueless about something - ”
“Yeah, except that right now I’m clueless about everything,” Jin replied, seething.
Kazuya laughed again, but straightened up and studied Jin more seriously.
“Okay, so, how did this start?”
“I dunno… When I woke up this morning, I just couldn’t remember anything,” Jin said, burying his feet into the living room carpet and tucking his hands under his thighs, very much like a troubled child.
“So when I said good morning… you didn’t know who I was?”
Jin slowly shook his head and chanced a glance up at Kazuya. Hell, was he enjoying this? The smile on his face certainly implied so. But… Jin couldn’t help but admire the smile. If he really was dating this guy, then he was probably the object of resentment of plenty of girls - and boys - out there. Jin mentally shook his head as if to clear up his thoughts. He wasn’t sure, to begin with, if this Kazuya could be trusted at all.
“Could it be a really bad case of a hangover?” Kazuya said thoughtfully.
“Hangovers don’t cause memory loss!” Jin yelled again, even rising from his seat so that Kazuya looked up at him now. “At least, not like this. Not this long!”
“True…” Kazuya replied quietly, now deep in thought. “You’ve been awake for hours now, right?”
Jin nodded, forcing himself to sit back down. Somehow, raging at Kazuya didn’t feel like something he ought to do. The man, after all, was calm and composed, and he seemed ready to listen to Jin’s complaints, anyway.
“Why would I have a hangover, anyway?” Jin asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, that.” Kazuya seemed to consider his question for a while before speaking again. “We were at a party last night.”
Jin tried to search in his head for any faint memory of partying. Nope, nothing there.
“Like I said, you probably had too much to drink - ”
“It’s not a hangoverrrr~” Jin now whined, before realizing what he was doing. He stopped and sat up properly again. Kazuya didn’t seem bothered by it though. So did he do that all the time? “I do have this headache, though, and it’s pretty big - ”
“’Pretty big’?” Kazuya asked, suddenly eyeing him with - there was no other word for it - distaste, like Jin had done something irresponsible. He even got up from the couch.
“Like, really painful,” Jin tried to explain. Now that he thought about it, ‘pretty big’ did sound like an odd choice of words.
“Then you can just say ‘really painful,’” Kazuya then replied, still looking rather annoyed, so that it was Jin’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What?”
“What ‘What’?”
“What’s up with that reaction?” Jin asked, words merely spilling out of his mouth.
He did not understand why, but somehow, the response he was receiving from Kazuya really annoyed him. He felt like he was being judged or something, and Jin couldn’t place where these emotions and sentiments were coming from at all. Kazuya was just about to make a comeback to Jin’s haughty question when suddenly the taller man groaned and laid himself down on the couch, grasping his forehead and covering his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Kazuya said, all offense forgotten and his voice alarmed instead as he knelt beside Jin.
“My head~” Jin whimpered, curling up into a ball.
“If it hurts really bad, maybe you should see a doctor - ”
“No no no ~ !” Jin now flailed around. “I don’t want to go out~”
“But we won’t know what’s wrong with you - ”
“Maybe tomorrow! Or later! I don’t know! I just don’t feel like going out right n - ”
Jin fell still and quiet when he felt soft fingertips on his temples, slowly drawing circles on his head with just the right amount of pressure. His head was still throbbing, but the massage really helped him relax and he was feeling the rest of his body again. He was also starting to feel warm. He opened his eyes and found Kazuya leaning over him, his face a mixture of worry and concentration.
“You… have good hands,” Jin murmured after a while. Kazuya smiled down at him.
“Thank you.”
“Do you do this to me often?” Jin asked, leaning into Kazuya’s touch and closing his eyes - so that he missed the slight blush that appeared on his masseur’s cheeks.
“Well - not really,” Kazuya replied sparingly.
Jin waited for more of an explanation as to why Kazuya would ‘not really’ do this often to him - this magnificent thing - why would Kazuya deprive him of it if they really were lovers and -
“Oooh… Ohh, yes, there… Just a bit harder…” Jin half moaned, eyes still closed.
Kazuya obliged wordlessly, though Jin could swear he felt a slight tremble at the man’s fingers. The smaller man pressed his fingers more firmly at Jin’s forehead, and slowly, Jin raised his own hands to guide where he wanted to be massaged next. Soon, Kazuya was working on Jin’s neck and nape, with Jin arching just a little bit to allow the soft hands behind his head.
“I don’t think it’s a hangover,” Kazuya said in a low voice after a few more moments of silence, only interrupted by Jin’s sighs and small moans of delight over the soothing rubdown. Kazuya, too, merely whispered as he spoke, scared that loud noises might aggravate Jin’s headache once more. “For your own good, Jin, you really should see a doctor - ”
Despite speaking softly, he sounded almost like he was begging Jin, and it stirred something inside the amnesiac. Kazuya seemed really concerned for him, and somehow, it was a familiar feeling. Jin didn’t reply, and Kazuya continued pressing and squeezing at him, this time moving down to his shoulders, too.
“What’s your full name?” Jin uttered out of the blue. Kazuya was now sitting at the edge of the sofa, still intently kneading his head.
“Oh, right,” the smaller man chuckled. “We’ve been chatting for a while now and I haven’t even introduced myself - ”
“Shut up,” Jin retorted gently. He was pretty sure Kazuya was poking fun at him again for not knowing his own boyfriend’s name.
“Kamenashi Kazuya.”
“And what do I usually call you?” Jin asked, opening his eyes and affectionately, albeit awkwardly, placing a hand on Kazuya’s lap.
“Actually, you’re fonder of calling me ‘Kame.’”
This time, Jin did not miss how, for the first time, Kazuya - or Kame, he should learn calling him that - looked embarrassed, having his turn at blushing and looking away. Whether it was because of how Jin called him, or because of the hand resting at his lap, Jin had to smile at the pretty sight before him. He felt like a really lucky guy right now.
“Kame,” Jin tried it with his tongue. “Ka… me…” Somehow, it was easier to say compared to ‘Kazuya.’
“Do you move really slowly?” Jin asked, earning a frown from the man leaning over him.
“What?”
“Because Kame means turtle - ”
“I see you didn’t lose your idiotic sense of humor,” Kame replied dryly, eyes narrowed. He stopped moving his hands, so that Jin squirmed and propped himself up on his elbows.
Jin felt ‘idiotic’ was too strong a word, but Kame explained, “That’s good, though. It means Bakanishi is still somewhere in there - ”
“Bakanishi?”
“You got that nickname in highschool,” Kame supplied, not bothering to hide a malevolent grin. “’Baka’ which means ‘idiot’ and Akanishi, your sur - ”
“Yeah, yeah, I know my surname,” Jin waved him off, rolling his eyes.
“How?” Kame asked, suddenly suspicious.
“I, er, found my wallet upstairs,” Jin replied sheepishly, shy to admit that he practically scavenged for information earlier. He changed the topic by asking, “So… we went to highschool together?”
Kame nodded, pushing Jin to lie flat again and resuming the massage, his fingers digging and prodding at Jin’s chest and sides now. Jin didn’t know if he was just distracted, or his headache had really ebbed away, perhaps shunned away by Kame’s magnificent touch.
“Do we still hang out with - ohh, god, yes - do we still hang out with - with our highschool friends?” Jin managed, finding it difficult to form coherent sentences now that Kame was pressing at his abdomen and pelvic area, particularly on the tensed muscles and bones at the side. Jin would not have suggested him going as far as that but…
“Well, sort of,” Kame replied casually, oblivious to how Jin couldn’t quite stay still anymore as his fingers danced around the rather sensitive region, the warmth of his touch finding no trouble permeating the jeans.
“What - do you mean?” Jin let out with an involuntary sigh and a jerk of the hips, and finally, Kame realized what he was doing to Jin - or rather, what the effect of his touch on Jin was - and decided to stop, much to the other man’s frustration.
“Jin, I think you should just - ”
“Why did you stop,” Jin said, quite breathlessly, his eyes closed. He squirmed on the couch some more and then sat up, looking at Kame with unmistakably lust-filled eyes, and the latter could do nothing but be drawn closer, feeling his own breathing hitch. “It was getting really good…”
“Too… good for you, I think,” Kame replied, trying to keep eye contact, but Jin’s stare already faltered.
“Do we…” Jin began as they edged ever so slightly closer to each other, obviously not paying attention to Kame’s previous statement. He was eyeing Kame’s lips with some sort of hunger, even licking his own lips in the process. “… kiss a lot?”
“Not really, either,” Kame muttered in response, closing his eyes just as their lips met for the second time that day.
Hands roamed everywhere, not bothering to take their clothes off, just slipping under shirts and down collars as they greedily consumed each other. Kame pulled away with a gasp, realizing just what they were doing, but he had no time to reason out with himself as Jin pulled him in, even closer than before, and kissed him even more fiercely, as if desperate to remember at least this, how it feels like to kiss Kame.
With a growl, Jin nudged Kame to continue what he was about to do - Kame’s hand was halfway into Jin’s pants - and so the latter obliged, earning a leisurely and luscious moan as his hand wrapped around Jin’s already erect cock. Having done that and melting even more into the kiss, Kame was not quite sure how to proceed, but Jin slipping his own hand into Kame’s pants gave the smaller man a start, so he ran his fingers along Jin’s length softly at first. Soon he felt Jin rocking against him, so he hastened his movement and tightened his grip.
Jin could not seem to get enough of Kame’s lips and mouth, biting and sucking and devouring him even as their hands worked between them, but soon Kame felt Jin’s other hand on his shoulder, softly pushing him downward.
“Jin - are - are you sure - ?” Kame asked with ragged breath as they pulled apart. He was not sure of what really was happening at the moment either. Just that it all felt so good.
Jin just nodded hurriedly, his eyes half closed and his breath echoing Kame’s rhythm. He shifted on the couch and spread his legs, just submissively and desperately waiting for Kame’s move. Kame gulped, still rather nervous about all this, but clambered off the couch and knelt down in front of Jin.
The amnesiac stole a glance at the sight before him just as Kame pulled down his pants and boxers in an excruciatingly slow manner. Even if Kame’s actions seem to be unhurried because of caution more than teasing, Jin made a mental note to get back at him for this torture. Such mental note - and all coherent thought, for that matter - left Jin, though, as soon as Kame took his entire length in.
Kame’s mouth was hot and slick and the way his lips brushed all over Jin’s shaft as he bobbed his head thoroughly drove Jin mad, already feeling the beginning of his climax coming along. It was the greatest pleasure Jin had ever felt - well, that was not saying much since he could not remember anything - but maybe that was not doing Kame justice, because this literally was heaven.
Jin could not see anything anymore, his eyes closed but his vision exploding with brightness, electricity running through every inch of his skin. He was trying to hold back, trying not to come all too soon, but his hands managed to find their way to Kame’s soft brown hair on their own, and shifting at a different angle, Jin was able to thrust his hips upward, the head of his cock going all the way into the back of Kame’s throat.
“Unn… Kame… I’m… Ohhh…”
The feel of Kame’s fingers intertwining with Jin’s was the last sensation Jin was aware of before his body trembled on its own, making one last thrust upward into Kame’s mouth. The subsequent shiver following his orgasm still felt good, and it was only then that Jin realized that he did come. Quite forcefully. In Kame’s mouth.
The sight that met him - cum dribbling from Kame’s chin, his mouth still hanging open as Jin had not pulled out yet, and his eyes looking up at Jin, innocently searching - almost gave Jin another hard on, but then, after a few moments of staring at each other, Jin suddenly found it awkward to look down at Kame like that, and so he let go of the latter and eased out of his mouth. Jin bit his lip to avoid letting out a dense moan as Kame’s teeth grazed the base of his shaft with the movement.
“So… we’re together - huh…”
Jin spoke in an attempt to break the ice - an air of embarrassment that was suddenly there between them - though the furious blush on his still warm face could have thawed it out quite easily. Kame, on the other hand, sat back on the floor and, wiping his mouth, laughed warmly at Jin’s mundane remark.
To be continued…
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Be back next Saturday (May 12th) for Chapter 3!
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