[fic] Buried in Lies
Title: Buried in Lies (1/2)
Author: Vani
Pairings: Akame, Jin/OC, OC/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, fluff, romance, angst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
Summary: Kame lived a life of his own way, treasuring money the most and thus even coming to the point of becoming the sex slave of a yakuza, but slowly his life changed after an unexpected meeting with Jin. Jin however didn't see it as something more than that, but after a little incident, Kame becomes the closest person to the older man.
Warnings: Slight violence, abuse of power and some kinkiness.
“P-please...” Kame begged for the umpteenth time.
He was unable to provide his own release when he had his two wrists tied together behind his back while one of his legs was braced in the air with the help of some ropes attached to the ceiling and tied around his ankle and thigh. It was hard itself for him to stand, if it wasn’t for the same ropes that somehow served as a support.
He had agreed to this, so he was not one to complain since he had no right to do so.
Everything for the money, he told himself. If there was one thing he hated the most in the world, it was people having to work their asses off for a trifle. So he had come to the point of selling his own body to a yakuza to be able to pay for his apartment, his food and the University fees. He had been raised by this man after all and without parents, he was lost in a corruption world.
Kame had no real pleasure out of their little activities when he was mostly tortured, taken advantage of and in the end forced to seek his own release, alone.
Somehow, it had become a routine and he was almost used to it. The amount of money he received was worth it, after all, and he was just having the need of going on another shop-spree and Johnny’s call couldn’t have had come in better time.
Kame was forced back to the current events when he felt cold metal sliding down his length. The bastard was putting a cock ring on him again.
“Johnny-san, don’t…” he pleaded.
“When did I give you permission to call me by my name?” the man demanded explanation, landing a hard blow on Kame’s bare ass.
A yelp escaped the younger one’s lips, causing Johnny to smile.
“You like this, don’t you, little slut?” the sound of another hard slap on the reddening skin resounded on the nearly empty room, followed by another careless yelp.
The older man grabbed a handful of Kame’s hair and roughly yanked the latter’s head back to look him in the eyes.
“What’s my name, slut? Ask for it if you want it.”
“M-Master, please…”
And without any warning, two fingers entered Kame’s unprepared hole, making the boy cry out. The digits quickly thrust into the cramped insides, fast and deep enough to graze the younger boy’s sweet spot, drawing out pleasured moans.
“See, I told you, you liked it.” The older man chortled, pulling his fingers out and rolling a condom down on his length before thrusting his aching erection into the inviting hole.
The golden-haired boy carved his nails on his own forearms, feeling himself being stretched more than he was prepared to, but he couldn’t hold the little moans from leaving his parted lips to the stimulation of his prostate. Yet, he whimpered in dissatisfaction as he neared his peak and got himself unable to cum, even when his Master released and pulled out of him.
Kame heard the rustling of clothes, though his eyes were downcast, before the rope on his leg loosened and his foot came to contact with the ground. His legs didn’t give him enough stability though, and he collapsed on his knees, his eyes still cast on the white marble floor.
“Here’s the money. I’ll call again. Take care of it yourself.” The man said in his old, raspy voice, shoving a stack of money right under Kame’s nose as he pulled on the knot on latter’s wrists to untie him, and with a final slam of the door, Kame knew the other was gone.
Hurriedly, he got rid of the metal ring, grunting as he slid it off his eager for release shaft. He threw the ring to the other side of the room and the object, with a few clinks as it touched the floor and walls, settled down.
Kame moaned as his cold palm, a result of his wrists being tied so tightly, almost cutting his circulation, made contact with his heated flesh. Wrapping his lean fingers around his length, he pumped his cock rhythmically, closing his eyes and imagining warm hands caressing his sides, toying with his nipples. A loud moan escaped his lips. His hand quickened its pace as he fantasized of manly, gentle hands touching him in all the right places, soft lips kissing his whole body and a shaft slowly and carefully entering him, making love to him as their bodies rocked together and he could count the lone beads of sweat trickling down the chest hovering over him. His body trembled as he neared his climax and a cry of pleasure left his lips as he came on his hand, clenching the notes he had earned on his other hand.
***
“Damn that bastard. He went too far this time.” Kame muttered under his breath as he limped his way to the bus.
The bus had always been his first choice when visiting Johnny. One was because the trains would always be way too crowded at those hours and pushing and shoving was not on his choice list; two, he could take part on a brief nap, seeing it took always considerably longer to get to his apartment by bus than by train. And lastly, the bus provided him a cushioned seat for his sore ass. And damn if he was going to trade that for a spot standing in a train, let alone when he’d probably still fall asleep even standing, only to wake up and have his money gone.
So Kame sat down on the comfortable seat, way on the back of the bus, heaving a sigh. He leaned his head against the window and it didn’t take him long until his eyelids started to feel heavy and he willingly gave into the force pulling him to slumber.
That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently but surely. He wanted to relish in the pleasant feeling of the warm hand weighting on his shoulder but there was still the shaking which wasn’t much of a lullaby.
“Sir, can I sit next to you?” he heard the owner of the hand ask and in his hazed mind, he remembered to open his eyes to process his surroundings which were a crowded bus, with very little free seats, so he nodded his head, letting the individual settle beside him.
“Do me a favor and wake me up when we get to the station in Shibuya.” He said in his sleep-slurred voice, barely acknowledging the person who had sat next to him before the bus’ movements caused his head to fall on the shoulder of the figure beside him and sleep claimed him completely.
***
Kame felt a soft hand on his shoulder, surprisingly identical to the one that had shook him before going to sleep, and he fluttered his eyes open.
“So, are you awake now?”
His blurred mind processed the voice before he completely opened his eyes and glanced at the figure beside him.
“We’re almost there, sir. Remember you asked me to wake you up?” Kame settled his angle of vision on the young man by his side and his eyes widened slightly at the sight.
The young man was gorgeous to say the least. Red hair with golden highlights as the sun reflected on the silken locks, matching his own; luscious, plump lips, the kind Kame had always dreamed of kissing; a soft expression marking his features; almond eyes of absolute honesty and an elegant figure, not lacking anything in any way, to complete perfection.
The other was possibly his age or even older, but polite enough to address him as ‘sir’. His eyes kept glued on the man until he realized said man was blinking in confusion at him. Why hadn’t he noticed the other before again?
Only then, Kame became aware of his body feeling awfully warm.
He fisted the fabric covering him and analyzed the black linen coat.
“Oh, that. You were shivering and I thought it’d make you feel more comfortable with it, sir.”
Kame, still a little surprised with the other’s behavior, blinked a few times out of awkwardness before gathering his voice and finally mustering some words, “Th-thanks. And please don’t call me ‘sir’. It feels rather weird when I’m sure our difference in age is not that big. My name is Kamenashi Kazuya, nice to meet you er…”
“Jin, Akanishi Jin. It’s a pleasure, Kamenashi.”
“So Jin, what brings you here? I mean…” he seriously didn’t know what he was talking about but somehow he had the urge to start a conversation with this stranger, no matter how stupid it sounded.
“I went to Ginza to get some things resolved about my new apartment and University. I’m moving out in 11 days since the University is a little far from Shinjuku.” Jin said, tapping his fingers to the beat of some song on the back of the empty front seat.
“I see. So you still have a long way to go until you get home. I live in Shoto but I’m in Ginza most of the time, so maybe we’ll meet often.” He sounded his thoughts with a little excited edge to it.
“It’d be nice. Ah, this is your stop, right?”
Kame’s face fell at the mention of having to leave when he wanted to stay and keep the pleasant conversation with Jin a little longer.
“Yeah, it is. Here’s your coat.” Kame slid the coat off his lean figure, dreading the moment.
“You can keep it. It’s cold outside and we’ll probably meet again, right?” the younger man’s face immediately lit at the others words and he nodded vehemently.
“We most definitely will, Jin. Thank you.”
Kame emphasized what he meant by swinging the coat back over his shoulders and wrapping it around him snuggly. He stood up as Jin made way for him to get out and he leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on the latter’s cheek before striding happily to the bus’ door, waving to a very astounded Jin.
The man placed a hand over his cheek, “What got into him? Maybe that’s some kind of greeting from where he comes from.” He shrugged.
***
Kame’s eyes fell on the marks on his wrists and shrugged off the pain he felt on his back.
With trembling hands, he reached for the doorknob and slowly the door creaked open, announcing his presence.
“What brings you here, slave?”
Kame gave a step forward. “Johnny-san, I need a favor.”
He knew he was pushing it by keep calling the man by his name, but the words ‘Master’ barely left his lips, besides, the mention of favor would surely take the other’s attention completely. He was right because Johnny smiled wickedly.
“You know what you’re asking for, right?” The old man gave a few steps in his direction, tentatively standing behind him and breathing into his ear. “What is it that you want? You know the price to pay, so tell me.”
Kame gritted his teeth and fisted both his hands, while Johnny waved his two personal body-guards off, who immediately walked out, locking the door after them.
“I need” he paused briefly when he felt the old man’s hands on his hips, massaging his exposed hipbones due to the jeans hanging low on his frame, before sliding them to his backsides, feeling him up “information about someone.”
“Are you straying off with other men?” Johnny chuckled, biting Kame’s earlobe.
“Will you do it or not?”
“So demanding.” The man chuckled in amusement yet again, spinning Kame around to face him and backing the latter against his desk, already tugging at the younger boy’s shirt. “First, my part, and then we’ll see what I’ll do about your request.”
“Johnny-san, please.”
Kame was not going to give away another chance to stay away from the old man for a long time for nothing. And the way things were going, with his shirt already discarded on the floor, his back against the desk’s cold surface and the man hovering over him, reaching to one of his drawers, without having yet a certain answer to his request, told him he had thrown everything to lose.
He felt his wrists clash against one another and being tied tightly over his head. He stiffened slightly when hands deftly unbuttoned his pants.
“Hey, did I ever not keep my word? You’ll have what you want, Kamenashi. Now, be obedient.”
Kame forced himself to relax a bit under those calloused hands, even though they were touching him where they weren’t supposed to.
He didn’t know whether it was the fact that the man had used his family name to address him or the simple memory of never once leaving without his payment that made him trust the man but he had no other choice but wait and see.
Kame shook himself out of his thoughts. It had been worth it. It was for the sake of seeing Jin again and he had gotten what he wanted after all, so his efforts hadn’t gone to waste.
He proudly hopped away, holding the neatly folded coat in a plastic bag provided by the laundry, against his chest.
Counting to ten, he tried to calm his racing heart, jumping inside his ribcage with excitement.
When he was about to step on the first degree of the long fleet of stairs, the front door opened revealing a long, dark-haired woman, followed by Jin. Kame couldn’t make out what they were saying but he noticed the affectionate way Jin’s fingers threaded through the girl’s hair before their lips met.
Kame’s eyes widened and the world seemed to stop spinning for a moment, pausing that picture eternally and etching it in his mind like glue. He broke contact with the sight in front of him and without thinking twice, he hid behind the bushes of the neighbor apartment, hearing the high-heeled shoes clacking as the long-haired beauty climbed down the stairs.
He clenched the plastic bag in his hold, making sure the woman was far enough for him to come out.
With heavy steps, he stepped up to the very top, knocking on the door and shoving the coat at Jin’s face the moment the door swung open. The older boy was still surprised at the sudden visit of a flying coat that he didn’t have much time to ponder what had happened before a figure lunged at him and lips crushed against his.
“K-Kamenashi.” Jin stuttered, still somehow dumbfounded, when he noticed the tears welling up in the other’s eyes.
“You’ll be mine, Akanishi Jin. No matter what.” The younger man said suddenly, trying to suppress the small hiccups cursing through his body and as fast as he came, he was out of the door.
That guy was quite a storm, Jin thought to himself, picking his coat from the floor.
Had a guy just kissed him? He wiped his mouth in slight disgust.
***a week later***
“Jin, promise to take care of yourself.” The girl said, wiping the tears eager to fall from her eyes.
“Hey, hey! Don’t cry on me now, Nikky. It’s not like I’m moving to another planet. It’s only a couple of miles away and we’ll see each other on weekend, baby.” Jin whispered sweetly, planting a kiss on his lover’s forehead and pulling her into a warm embrace “I love you.”
The words were delivered in such a soft way that Nikky barely had time to process them before her boyfriend captured her lips, kissing her full of love.
He smiled at her one last time before boarding the bus, carrying his duffel bag.
Jin waved at his girlfriend and muttered and ‘I’ll see you Saturday’ as the bus ran off into the distance.
He had worked hard in these past years to get enough money to pay for his passport to such a luxurious University and be able to rent an apartment close to it and he still had a long way to go. He wasn’t going to let any chance escape him now and he still had a lot to work on to keep in Ginza until he finished his course.
Rummaging in his bag, he took his cell phone out and flipped it open and back shut a couple of times before pocketing it. It’d be a long trip to Ginza, so maybe it’d be better if he followed Kame’s example and took a nap before boredom got to him.
Speaking of the younger boy, he still had no clue what had happened a week ago but somehow he hoped he’d still meet the other, even though Kame no longer had in possession his coat which would be a reason to meet him again.
He wouldn’t bother about such trivial things for now and so he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to overcome him.
***
Kame put the heavy bags down for a while to rest his arms. He had bought a lot and it felt good to shop to relieve his stress after being so depressed at the scenario he had encountered when he had last met Jin.
His eyes briefly caught the sight of some pants on the display window - ripped faded jeans - ones Jin would most likely love to wear.
In most of the photos he had seen of Jin, on the file Johnny had given him, the boy was clad in those kinds of pants.
Why did everything he saw made a connection to Jin? He shook his head in hope his thoughts would go away.
He wondered back to the photos - he had no idea what connections the old man had but he shuddered at the thought that his every move could be watched if Johnny wanted to.
“What took you so long?”
“I’m sorry. I had to take a shortcut because of accident. It seems a bus overturned.”
“I’m moving out in 11 days.” Could it be…
In no time, Kame had grabbed the guy’s wrist, squeezing it a little more than necessary, “Where’s that bus? Answer me!”
“Around half a kilometer back down that road.” The man pointed, a little scared at the other’s own panicked expression.
Kame ran as fast as his legs could take him in the pointed direction, even completely forgetting his bags of clothes behind, soon catching sight of the small crowd surrounding the place and the flashing lights of the ambulances.
The accident was in a fairly populated local, causing the more curious ones to come out and see what had happened.
He made his way through all the people and got to the front view, though he was stopped from going closer by a guard.
It couldn’t be the bus Jin was riding, right?
He prayed with his heart in his hands for Jin to still be at home or already in his new apartment, safe.
His heart dropped to his feet when he saw the familiar figure being carried on a mattress, unconscious, his forehead bleeding and his shirt ripped in many places, stained with his own and who knew who else’s blood. At the sight, he forced his way past the guard and ran towards the unconscious Jin.
“Jin!” he tried to get to the man but a doctor stopped him.
“Are you family?”
“Yes, I am.” Kame didn’t know why he had answered that, but the words had slept right away as the first thought he could grab in his confused mind and he couldn’t waste the chance to stay by Jin’s side even if it meant to lie.
They let him in the ambulance and he held onto Jin’s hand for dear life as they were transported to the hospital.
He wasn’t long around the other since as soon as they arrived to the hospital, the older boy was taken away, behind doors he could not go thorough and Kame himself was pushed to the hospital’s waiting room with comforting words like “His injuries aren’t that serious” and “In no time, he’ll be awake and talking to you as if nothing happened.”
And so they left Kame to wait and wait, watching people coming from the same accident and disappear behind the same doors, one after the other, which wasn’t much of a consolation.
Kame didn’t know how long it had been - pacing around in the room, sitting down, standing up - when a nurse called him and indicated him Jin’s room.
He halted once again when a doctor by the door called him for a brief word.
“Kamenashi-san, you’re his friend, right? Akanishi’s brain seems to have been a little damaged from the shock of his head and he’s slightly confused.” Kame’s eyes widened at the doctor’s words “Don’t worry. He knows his name and everything, just apparently lost his recent memories. When we asked his age, he answered twenty, when he’s in truth 23 years old. We first noticed something was off from the way he kept asking when had his hair gotten so short and why he was in the hospital. It may be a temporary loss of memory and it seems nothing else was damaged so I was hoping Kamenashi, you could help him until he gets familiarized with his current situation. I’m counting on you, Kamenashi-san. I’m sure he’ll recover fast.”
The young man nodded in understanding before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. Kame had thought about carefully approaching the other but seeing Jin safe and sound after the fright of the bus’ accident, he simply couldn’t wait to just hold the other close.
He jumped over the bed and hugged Jin with all the lounging he felt, leaving the latter in an awkward situation.
Noticing Jin’s injuries weren’t that serious after all, Kame sat on the other’s lap and kissed him, starting a bold French kiss, not leaving room for the older man to breathe and making him open his mouth in a gasp when Kame massaged his tongue against the other’s bottom lip, winning the opportunity to thrust it into the sweet mouth.
A moan escaped Jin’s lips, drowning itself in Kame’s throat. The older man didn’t remember ever being kissed like that, with such intensity, and somehow he couldn’t repress the stirring feelings rising in him.
Several coughs sounded in the room and meeting no change in the intimate moment between the two, the doctors and the nurse left them alone, closing the door behind them and giving the pair more privacy.
Finally, the kiss broke with the two a little desperate to catch some air in their lungs.
“What…was that…about?” Jin asked breathlessly and Kame couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He had his chance and he surely wouldn’t leave without taking it to his advantage. It was the first time he wanted something that money couldn’t buy and he’d do anything to have.
“You don’t remember me, love? It breaks my heart.” Kame pouted in pure mockery, enjoying the control he’d have over Jin’s memories and the latter’s life from now on.
“Who are you anyway?”
“I’m your lover, obviously.” Jin almost choked on his own saliva at the blunt answer.
“Y-you’re my what??”
“Your lover, Kamenashi Kazuya. And it makes me really sad that you don’t remember me, but I don’t blame you since you lost your recent memory and we have all the time in the world to make new ones. Besides…”
As Kame kept on rambling, Jin tried processing all the other had said. He sure as hell, as far as he could remember, never had any interest in guys, so how the hell did he get a boyfriend? Sure the other looked pretty girly and those pouty lips looked kind of adorable…and he really had a great figure, though he wouldn’t dispose him of some good meals…and damn he was gay. He was checking out his lover just now.
Jin was brought back from his inner fight when a gentle hand settled on his forehead, softly enough not to hurt him and he forced his eyes back to the figure seating in front of him.
“Does it hurt?” Kame asked in a mellow voice, ghostly running his thumb over the bruised skin.
“It doesn’t hurt that much. I’m okay, but I really hate hospitals so I’ll be better when I get out of here.” Jin leaned forward and placed a kiss on Kame’s forehead, surprising the boy beyond what he could explain. “Sorry, was that weird?” But he had always imagined kissing the forehead of the person he truly treasured.
“No, no. Not at all. You do that all the time.” Kame lied. “Anyway, I’m sure they’ll release you soon, seeing your injuries aren’t that bad.” He tried, receiving a small nod from his lover. “I have to go do some things. I hope you don’t mind…I promise to be back in a while.”
“It’s ok, go ahead. But Kazu,” Kame halted at the adorable pet name, so far from ‘Kamenashi’ or ‘sir’ “bring dinner, ok? I really hate hospital food.” Kame nodded and strode off.
The next two days Jin spent in the hospital, Kame went through everything he could find out about the man to not make any kind of slip; made a copy of the key of Jin’s apartment; erased anything that could bring Jin the memory of the past three years and could ruin his plan, specially the latter’s girlfriend; and he still took breaks to take Jin his every meal, using his best cooking skills to satisfy the young man’s stomach only to be drowned in compliments and caresses from a person he barely knew and already gave himself by the name of lover.
In the end, Kame took advantage of an accident to bury the young confuse man in lies and he wasn’t about to back down because he truly loved Jin and he’d make a world where the latter would love him too.
Kame was grateful the accident hadn’t aired on TV so he’d still keep Jin’s close friends, family and girlfriend away for a while, but eventually, he knew he’d have to deal with them, if the girl’s text messages weren’t an indication of it, yet, he would not lose.
After those two days, Jin was finally released with nothing more than a few scratches, a pair of crutches supporting him due to his right leg almost being crushed between seats and an average-sized bandage on his forehead.
Kame drove Jin to their new apartment and helped the latter to the bed. He didn’t give the older man much space to rest his injuries away as he straddled Jin’s lap, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Jin stuttered, though he couldn’t avoid his eyes from running along the bare chest, and unconsciously, he licked his lips.
“Sex.” Kame stated the facts.
“But my body is still healing.” The older man offered.
“And mine is craving for you. Don’t worry, I’ll reach you without hurting you.” Kame smirked, tugging on the hem of Jin’s shirt and pushing it to the latter’s neck to reach his nipples.
The younger man teasingly blew warm air to the considerably big nipples, eliciting small goosebumps that formed around the twin nubs.
“Ca-can’t we wait a while for me to get used to you? I mean…I couldn’t remember you at all and we’re moving a little too fast. I don’t, ah!” Jin moaned, interrupting his own speech as Kame cupped his manhood through the material of his pants.
“Your body clearly says you want it.”
The younger man chuckled, deftly unbuttoning his lover’s pants and helping him out of them as well as his shirt, soon joining Kame’s own.
Kame ran his hands over the smooth chest, etching every little detail in his mind forever. His hands contorted the broad shoulders to the well defined collarbones, massaging his thumbs over them and making the man under him tremble.
Right, Jin’s collarbones were a sensitive area. A mischievous smirk displayed in Kame’s face, before he attacked the other’s sensitive bones with his lips, eliciting a few pleasured moans and gasps from Jin.
When he had gotten tired of playing with that area, he went further down to explore other parts of Jin’s body, rolling the latter’s nipple between his index finger and thumb while teasing its twin with his mouth, sucking on it.
He delighted himself in the reaction he got from Jin who moaned a breathy ‘Kazu’, throwing his head back. So the boy liked it on the nipples too.
He trailed a slick path to the older one’s navel, hooking his fingers on the last article of clothing on the man’s body. That’s when he noticed Jin trying to sit up and he helped him, before immediately being pulled forward and his lips being sealed by the older man’s.
Kame was still surprised at Jin’s action when he felt hands fumbling with his pants and pushing them down to his knees.
He noticed how Jin’s hands kept on his hair or back after that though, either for being too shy or for not feeling too comfortable with touching another guy. But he had taken some initiative towards Kame, hadn’t he? Maybe the younger man just had to spur him on a little.
Kame dipped his hand inside Jin’s boxers, kissing the latter at the same time and feeling the vibration of the pleasured moans against his lips as he stroked the half-erect cock slowly. It was good to know Jin reacted to his touch so sensitively.
“Touch me too.” He broke the kiss briefly, guiding Jin’s hand to his hardness, and the latter didn’t think twice about making Kame go crazy too and wrapped his lean fingers around the hard shaft, pumping it fast enough to have the other increase the pace of his own hand and their breaths quicken, their kiss becoming raw as they bit each other’s lips and licked every corner of their mouths, breaking away to catch some air for a second before engaging in another kiss spree.
“Jin, stop! Ah, hah…I’m mph…gonna cum, ah.” Kame mustered an incoherent warning but seeing no effect on the other, he clasped Jin’s wrist and reached for the drawer, producing a tube of lube he had made sure to put there, and delivering it to Jin.
The man however, stared at him dumbfounded and the light bulb went off in Kame’s head. Jin had never done that, so he obviously didn’t know what to do.
He swatted the lube back and poured a generous amount on his fingers, leading the wet digits to his back entrance.
“Wait a while until I’m ready.” Kame whispered and gasped when a finger slid inside him.
“Kazu…” the older man watched in amazement, the endearing sight of the younger one fingering himself, stretching his little hole for him, his brows furrowed in concentration, small gasps escaping his parted lips and beads of sweat running down his beautiful features.
His cock throbbed at the image in front of him as the young man inserted another finger while keeping eye-contact with him and moved the two digits until a moan replaced the small gasps when he grazed a spot inside him.
Feeling himself ready, Kame positioned his back entrance over Jin’s hard length, coating it with the cold gel before carefully sitting down on Jin’s lap. Both groaned at the sensation of flesh on flesh.
The younger boy started out slowly but Akanishi Jin was not a man of much patience, let alone when horny as hell and soon his large hands had found their way to Kame’s hips, grasping them and pushing the latter down on his eager shaft as he lifted his hips to meet him mid-thrust.
The smaller man cried out in pain and pleasure alike as he swayed on top of Jin, sneaking his hand between their bodies to pump his own cock.
Noticing the other’s move, Jin leaned forward and whispered in Kame’s ear “Do you want me to help you with, ah…that?” and before Kame had the slightest idea of what Jin was talking about, a warm hand settled on top of his, pumping him even faster.
He retracted his hand and enjoyed the feeling of Jin’s bigger one pushing him to the edge.
“Better, hn…like that?” the smaller man’s only response was to throw his head back and groan at the feeling provided from both rear and front as he neared his climax.
Jin thrust faster into him until he came trembling inside Kame and with a few more strokes, the latter spilled his seeds on Jin’s hand and both their stomachs.
Kame rolled to the mattress, pulling the exhausted man to lie down and snuggling closer to him.
He had never thought Jin’s hips were so talented, but most of all, he never thought such gentleness existed, making his fantasies pale in comparison.
Kame glanced at the barely awake man and tugged a lock behind Jin’s ear.
He would never give him up, no matter how many lies he had to tell, how many people’s happiness he had to destroy because his own was more important and it lay with Jin and Jin alone.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot for Nick-chan's b-day but it got too long and I had to cut it in parts.
Forgive me for my lack of knowledge about Japan's cities too >___<
Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICK-CHAN! ILU <3
Hope you guys enjoyed it because I missed writing fics *tears of happiness* XD
Nikki, I hope you receive what I sent you and damn if the package ripped *kicks the air*
Author: Vani
Pairings: Akame, Jin/OC, OC/Kame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, fluff, romance, angst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.
Summary: Kame lived a life of his own way, treasuring money the most and thus even coming to the point of becoming the sex slave of a yakuza, but slowly his life changed after an unexpected meeting with Jin. Jin however didn't see it as something more than that, but after a little incident, Kame becomes the closest person to the older man.
Warnings: Slight violence, abuse of power and some kinkiness.
“P-please...” Kame begged for the umpteenth time.
He was unable to provide his own release when he had his two wrists tied together behind his back while one of his legs was braced in the air with the help of some ropes attached to the ceiling and tied around his ankle and thigh. It was hard itself for him to stand, if it wasn’t for the same ropes that somehow served as a support.
He had agreed to this, so he was not one to complain since he had no right to do so.
Everything for the money, he told himself. If there was one thing he hated the most in the world, it was people having to work their asses off for a trifle. So he had come to the point of selling his own body to a yakuza to be able to pay for his apartment, his food and the University fees. He had been raised by this man after all and without parents, he was lost in a corruption world.
Kame had no real pleasure out of their little activities when he was mostly tortured, taken advantage of and in the end forced to seek his own release, alone.
Somehow, it had become a routine and he was almost used to it. The amount of money he received was worth it, after all, and he was just having the need of going on another shop-spree and Johnny’s call couldn’t have had come in better time.
Kame was forced back to the current events when he felt cold metal sliding down his length. The bastard was putting a cock ring on him again.
“Johnny-san, don’t…” he pleaded.
“When did I give you permission to call me by my name?” the man demanded explanation, landing a hard blow on Kame’s bare ass.
A yelp escaped the younger one’s lips, causing Johnny to smile.
“You like this, don’t you, little slut?” the sound of another hard slap on the reddening skin resounded on the nearly empty room, followed by another careless yelp.
The older man grabbed a handful of Kame’s hair and roughly yanked the latter’s head back to look him in the eyes.
“What’s my name, slut? Ask for it if you want it.”
“M-Master, please…”
And without any warning, two fingers entered Kame’s unprepared hole, making the boy cry out. The digits quickly thrust into the cramped insides, fast and deep enough to graze the younger boy’s sweet spot, drawing out pleasured moans.
“See, I told you, you liked it.” The older man chortled, pulling his fingers out and rolling a condom down on his length before thrusting his aching erection into the inviting hole.
The golden-haired boy carved his nails on his own forearms, feeling himself being stretched more than he was prepared to, but he couldn’t hold the little moans from leaving his parted lips to the stimulation of his prostate. Yet, he whimpered in dissatisfaction as he neared his peak and got himself unable to cum, even when his Master released and pulled out of him.
Kame heard the rustling of clothes, though his eyes were downcast, before the rope on his leg loosened and his foot came to contact with the ground. His legs didn’t give him enough stability though, and he collapsed on his knees, his eyes still cast on the white marble floor.
“Here’s the money. I’ll call again. Take care of it yourself.” The man said in his old, raspy voice, shoving a stack of money right under Kame’s nose as he pulled on the knot on latter’s wrists to untie him, and with a final slam of the door, Kame knew the other was gone.
Hurriedly, he got rid of the metal ring, grunting as he slid it off his eager for release shaft. He threw the ring to the other side of the room and the object, with a few clinks as it touched the floor and walls, settled down.
Kame moaned as his cold palm, a result of his wrists being tied so tightly, almost cutting his circulation, made contact with his heated flesh. Wrapping his lean fingers around his length, he pumped his cock rhythmically, closing his eyes and imagining warm hands caressing his sides, toying with his nipples. A loud moan escaped his lips. His hand quickened its pace as he fantasized of manly, gentle hands touching him in all the right places, soft lips kissing his whole body and a shaft slowly and carefully entering him, making love to him as their bodies rocked together and he could count the lone beads of sweat trickling down the chest hovering over him. His body trembled as he neared his climax and a cry of pleasure left his lips as he came on his hand, clenching the notes he had earned on his other hand.
***
“Damn that bastard. He went too far this time.” Kame muttered under his breath as he limped his way to the bus.
The bus had always been his first choice when visiting Johnny. One was because the trains would always be way too crowded at those hours and pushing and shoving was not on his choice list; two, he could take part on a brief nap, seeing it took always considerably longer to get to his apartment by bus than by train. And lastly, the bus provided him a cushioned seat for his sore ass. And damn if he was going to trade that for a spot standing in a train, let alone when he’d probably still fall asleep even standing, only to wake up and have his money gone.
So Kame sat down on the comfortable seat, way on the back of the bus, heaving a sigh. He leaned his head against the window and it didn’t take him long until his eyelids started to feel heavy and he willingly gave into the force pulling him to slumber.
That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently but surely. He wanted to relish in the pleasant feeling of the warm hand weighting on his shoulder but there was still the shaking which wasn’t much of a lullaby.
“Sir, can I sit next to you?” he heard the owner of the hand ask and in his hazed mind, he remembered to open his eyes to process his surroundings which were a crowded bus, with very little free seats, so he nodded his head, letting the individual settle beside him.
“Do me a favor and wake me up when we get to the station in Shibuya.” He said in his sleep-slurred voice, barely acknowledging the person who had sat next to him before the bus’ movements caused his head to fall on the shoulder of the figure beside him and sleep claimed him completely.
***
Kame felt a soft hand on his shoulder, surprisingly identical to the one that had shook him before going to sleep, and he fluttered his eyes open.
“So, are you awake now?”
His blurred mind processed the voice before he completely opened his eyes and glanced at the figure beside him.
“We’re almost there, sir. Remember you asked me to wake you up?” Kame settled his angle of vision on the young man by his side and his eyes widened slightly at the sight.
The young man was gorgeous to say the least. Red hair with golden highlights as the sun reflected on the silken locks, matching his own; luscious, plump lips, the kind Kame had always dreamed of kissing; a soft expression marking his features; almond eyes of absolute honesty and an elegant figure, not lacking anything in any way, to complete perfection.
The other was possibly his age or even older, but polite enough to address him as ‘sir’. His eyes kept glued on the man until he realized said man was blinking in confusion at him. Why hadn’t he noticed the other before again?
Only then, Kame became aware of his body feeling awfully warm.
He fisted the fabric covering him and analyzed the black linen coat.
“Oh, that. You were shivering and I thought it’d make you feel more comfortable with it, sir.”
Kame, still a little surprised with the other’s behavior, blinked a few times out of awkwardness before gathering his voice and finally mustering some words, “Th-thanks. And please don’t call me ‘sir’. It feels rather weird when I’m sure our difference in age is not that big. My name is Kamenashi Kazuya, nice to meet you er…”
“Jin, Akanishi Jin. It’s a pleasure, Kamenashi.”
“So Jin, what brings you here? I mean…” he seriously didn’t know what he was talking about but somehow he had the urge to start a conversation with this stranger, no matter how stupid it sounded.
“I went to Ginza to get some things resolved about my new apartment and University. I’m moving out in 11 days since the University is a little far from Shinjuku.” Jin said, tapping his fingers to the beat of some song on the back of the empty front seat.
“I see. So you still have a long way to go until you get home. I live in Shoto but I’m in Ginza most of the time, so maybe we’ll meet often.” He sounded his thoughts with a little excited edge to it.
“It’d be nice. Ah, this is your stop, right?”
Kame’s face fell at the mention of having to leave when he wanted to stay and keep the pleasant conversation with Jin a little longer.
“Yeah, it is. Here’s your coat.” Kame slid the coat off his lean figure, dreading the moment.
“You can keep it. It’s cold outside and we’ll probably meet again, right?” the younger man’s face immediately lit at the others words and he nodded vehemently.
“We most definitely will, Jin. Thank you.”
Kame emphasized what he meant by swinging the coat back over his shoulders and wrapping it around him snuggly. He stood up as Jin made way for him to get out and he leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on the latter’s cheek before striding happily to the bus’ door, waving to a very astounded Jin.
The man placed a hand over his cheek, “What got into him? Maybe that’s some kind of greeting from where he comes from.” He shrugged.
***
Kame’s eyes fell on the marks on his wrists and shrugged off the pain he felt on his back.
With trembling hands, he reached for the doorknob and slowly the door creaked open, announcing his presence.
“What brings you here, slave?”
Kame gave a step forward. “Johnny-san, I need a favor.”
He knew he was pushing it by keep calling the man by his name, but the words ‘Master’ barely left his lips, besides, the mention of favor would surely take the other’s attention completely. He was right because Johnny smiled wickedly.
“You know what you’re asking for, right?” The old man gave a few steps in his direction, tentatively standing behind him and breathing into his ear. “What is it that you want? You know the price to pay, so tell me.”
Kame gritted his teeth and fisted both his hands, while Johnny waved his two personal body-guards off, who immediately walked out, locking the door after them.
“I need” he paused briefly when he felt the old man’s hands on his hips, massaging his exposed hipbones due to the jeans hanging low on his frame, before sliding them to his backsides, feeling him up “information about someone.”
“Are you straying off with other men?” Johnny chuckled, biting Kame’s earlobe.
“Will you do it or not?”
“So demanding.” The man chuckled in amusement yet again, spinning Kame around to face him and backing the latter against his desk, already tugging at the younger boy’s shirt. “First, my part, and then we’ll see what I’ll do about your request.”
“Johnny-san, please.”
Kame was not going to give away another chance to stay away from the old man for a long time for nothing. And the way things were going, with his shirt already discarded on the floor, his back against the desk’s cold surface and the man hovering over him, reaching to one of his drawers, without having yet a certain answer to his request, told him he had thrown everything to lose.
He felt his wrists clash against one another and being tied tightly over his head. He stiffened slightly when hands deftly unbuttoned his pants.
“Hey, did I ever not keep my word? You’ll have what you want, Kamenashi. Now, be obedient.”
Kame forced himself to relax a bit under those calloused hands, even though they were touching him where they weren’t supposed to.
He didn’t know whether it was the fact that the man had used his family name to address him or the simple memory of never once leaving without his payment that made him trust the man but he had no other choice but wait and see.
Kame shook himself out of his thoughts. It had been worth it. It was for the sake of seeing Jin again and he had gotten what he wanted after all, so his efforts hadn’t gone to waste.
He proudly hopped away, holding the neatly folded coat in a plastic bag provided by the laundry, against his chest.
Counting to ten, he tried to calm his racing heart, jumping inside his ribcage with excitement.
When he was about to step on the first degree of the long fleet of stairs, the front door opened revealing a long, dark-haired woman, followed by Jin. Kame couldn’t make out what they were saying but he noticed the affectionate way Jin’s fingers threaded through the girl’s hair before their lips met.
Kame’s eyes widened and the world seemed to stop spinning for a moment, pausing that picture eternally and etching it in his mind like glue. He broke contact with the sight in front of him and without thinking twice, he hid behind the bushes of the neighbor apartment, hearing the high-heeled shoes clacking as the long-haired beauty climbed down the stairs.
He clenched the plastic bag in his hold, making sure the woman was far enough for him to come out.
With heavy steps, he stepped up to the very top, knocking on the door and shoving the coat at Jin’s face the moment the door swung open. The older boy was still surprised at the sudden visit of a flying coat that he didn’t have much time to ponder what had happened before a figure lunged at him and lips crushed against his.
“K-Kamenashi.” Jin stuttered, still somehow dumbfounded, when he noticed the tears welling up in the other’s eyes.
“You’ll be mine, Akanishi Jin. No matter what.” The younger man said suddenly, trying to suppress the small hiccups cursing through his body and as fast as he came, he was out of the door.
That guy was quite a storm, Jin thought to himself, picking his coat from the floor.
Had a guy just kissed him? He wiped his mouth in slight disgust.
***a week later***
“Jin, promise to take care of yourself.” The girl said, wiping the tears eager to fall from her eyes.
“Hey, hey! Don’t cry on me now, Nikky. It’s not like I’m moving to another planet. It’s only a couple of miles away and we’ll see each other on weekend, baby.” Jin whispered sweetly, planting a kiss on his lover’s forehead and pulling her into a warm embrace “I love you.”
The words were delivered in such a soft way that Nikky barely had time to process them before her boyfriend captured her lips, kissing her full of love.
He smiled at her one last time before boarding the bus, carrying his duffel bag.
Jin waved at his girlfriend and muttered and ‘I’ll see you Saturday’ as the bus ran off into the distance.
He had worked hard in these past years to get enough money to pay for his passport to such a luxurious University and be able to rent an apartment close to it and he still had a long way to go. He wasn’t going to let any chance escape him now and he still had a lot to work on to keep in Ginza until he finished his course.
Rummaging in his bag, he took his cell phone out and flipped it open and back shut a couple of times before pocketing it. It’d be a long trip to Ginza, so maybe it’d be better if he followed Kame’s example and took a nap before boredom got to him.
Speaking of the younger boy, he still had no clue what had happened a week ago but somehow he hoped he’d still meet the other, even though Kame no longer had in possession his coat which would be a reason to meet him again.
He wouldn’t bother about such trivial things for now and so he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to overcome him.
***
Kame put the heavy bags down for a while to rest his arms. He had bought a lot and it felt good to shop to relieve his stress after being so depressed at the scenario he had encountered when he had last met Jin.
His eyes briefly caught the sight of some pants on the display window - ripped faded jeans - ones Jin would most likely love to wear.
In most of the photos he had seen of Jin, on the file Johnny had given him, the boy was clad in those kinds of pants.
Why did everything he saw made a connection to Jin? He shook his head in hope his thoughts would go away.
He wondered back to the photos - he had no idea what connections the old man had but he shuddered at the thought that his every move could be watched if Johnny wanted to.
“What took you so long?”
“I’m sorry. I had to take a shortcut because of accident. It seems a bus overturned.”
“I’m moving out in 11 days.” Could it be…
In no time, Kame had grabbed the guy’s wrist, squeezing it a little more than necessary, “Where’s that bus? Answer me!”
“Around half a kilometer back down that road.” The man pointed, a little scared at the other’s own panicked expression.
Kame ran as fast as his legs could take him in the pointed direction, even completely forgetting his bags of clothes behind, soon catching sight of the small crowd surrounding the place and the flashing lights of the ambulances.
The accident was in a fairly populated local, causing the more curious ones to come out and see what had happened.
He made his way through all the people and got to the front view, though he was stopped from going closer by a guard.
It couldn’t be the bus Jin was riding, right?
He prayed with his heart in his hands for Jin to still be at home or already in his new apartment, safe.
His heart dropped to his feet when he saw the familiar figure being carried on a mattress, unconscious, his forehead bleeding and his shirt ripped in many places, stained with his own and who knew who else’s blood. At the sight, he forced his way past the guard and ran towards the unconscious Jin.
“Jin!” he tried to get to the man but a doctor stopped him.
“Are you family?”
“Yes, I am.” Kame didn’t know why he had answered that, but the words had slept right away as the first thought he could grab in his confused mind and he couldn’t waste the chance to stay by Jin’s side even if it meant to lie.
They let him in the ambulance and he held onto Jin’s hand for dear life as they were transported to the hospital.
He wasn’t long around the other since as soon as they arrived to the hospital, the older boy was taken away, behind doors he could not go thorough and Kame himself was pushed to the hospital’s waiting room with comforting words like “His injuries aren’t that serious” and “In no time, he’ll be awake and talking to you as if nothing happened.”
And so they left Kame to wait and wait, watching people coming from the same accident and disappear behind the same doors, one after the other, which wasn’t much of a consolation.
Kame didn’t know how long it had been - pacing around in the room, sitting down, standing up - when a nurse called him and indicated him Jin’s room.
He halted once again when a doctor by the door called him for a brief word.
“Kamenashi-san, you’re his friend, right? Akanishi’s brain seems to have been a little damaged from the shock of his head and he’s slightly confused.” Kame’s eyes widened at the doctor’s words “Don’t worry. He knows his name and everything, just apparently lost his recent memories. When we asked his age, he answered twenty, when he’s in truth 23 years old. We first noticed something was off from the way he kept asking when had his hair gotten so short and why he was in the hospital. It may be a temporary loss of memory and it seems nothing else was damaged so I was hoping Kamenashi, you could help him until he gets familiarized with his current situation. I’m counting on you, Kamenashi-san. I’m sure he’ll recover fast.”
The young man nodded in understanding before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. Kame had thought about carefully approaching the other but seeing Jin safe and sound after the fright of the bus’ accident, he simply couldn’t wait to just hold the other close.
He jumped over the bed and hugged Jin with all the lounging he felt, leaving the latter in an awkward situation.
Noticing Jin’s injuries weren’t that serious after all, Kame sat on the other’s lap and kissed him, starting a bold French kiss, not leaving room for the older man to breathe and making him open his mouth in a gasp when Kame massaged his tongue against the other’s bottom lip, winning the opportunity to thrust it into the sweet mouth.
A moan escaped Jin’s lips, drowning itself in Kame’s throat. The older man didn’t remember ever being kissed like that, with such intensity, and somehow he couldn’t repress the stirring feelings rising in him.
Several coughs sounded in the room and meeting no change in the intimate moment between the two, the doctors and the nurse left them alone, closing the door behind them and giving the pair more privacy.
Finally, the kiss broke with the two a little desperate to catch some air in their lungs.
“What…was that…about?” Jin asked breathlessly and Kame couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He had his chance and he surely wouldn’t leave without taking it to his advantage. It was the first time he wanted something that money couldn’t buy and he’d do anything to have.
“You don’t remember me, love? It breaks my heart.” Kame pouted in pure mockery, enjoying the control he’d have over Jin’s memories and the latter’s life from now on.
“Who are you anyway?”
“I’m your lover, obviously.” Jin almost choked on his own saliva at the blunt answer.
“Y-you’re my what??”
“Your lover, Kamenashi Kazuya. And it makes me really sad that you don’t remember me, but I don’t blame you since you lost your recent memory and we have all the time in the world to make new ones. Besides…”
As Kame kept on rambling, Jin tried processing all the other had said. He sure as hell, as far as he could remember, never had any interest in guys, so how the hell did he get a boyfriend? Sure the other looked pretty girly and those pouty lips looked kind of adorable…and he really had a great figure, though he wouldn’t dispose him of some good meals…and damn he was gay. He was checking out his lover just now.
Jin was brought back from his inner fight when a gentle hand settled on his forehead, softly enough not to hurt him and he forced his eyes back to the figure seating in front of him.
“Does it hurt?” Kame asked in a mellow voice, ghostly running his thumb over the bruised skin.
“It doesn’t hurt that much. I’m okay, but I really hate hospitals so I’ll be better when I get out of here.” Jin leaned forward and placed a kiss on Kame’s forehead, surprising the boy beyond what he could explain. “Sorry, was that weird?” But he had always imagined kissing the forehead of the person he truly treasured.
“No, no. Not at all. You do that all the time.” Kame lied. “Anyway, I’m sure they’ll release you soon, seeing your injuries aren’t that bad.” He tried, receiving a small nod from his lover. “I have to go do some things. I hope you don’t mind…I promise to be back in a while.”
“It’s ok, go ahead. But Kazu,” Kame halted at the adorable pet name, so far from ‘Kamenashi’ or ‘sir’ “bring dinner, ok? I really hate hospital food.” Kame nodded and strode off.
The next two days Jin spent in the hospital, Kame went through everything he could find out about the man to not make any kind of slip; made a copy of the key of Jin’s apartment; erased anything that could bring Jin the memory of the past three years and could ruin his plan, specially the latter’s girlfriend; and he still took breaks to take Jin his every meal, using his best cooking skills to satisfy the young man’s stomach only to be drowned in compliments and caresses from a person he barely knew and already gave himself by the name of lover.
In the end, Kame took advantage of an accident to bury the young confuse man in lies and he wasn’t about to back down because he truly loved Jin and he’d make a world where the latter would love him too.
Kame was grateful the accident hadn’t aired on TV so he’d still keep Jin’s close friends, family and girlfriend away for a while, but eventually, he knew he’d have to deal with them, if the girl’s text messages weren’t an indication of it, yet, he would not lose.
After those two days, Jin was finally released with nothing more than a few scratches, a pair of crutches supporting him due to his right leg almost being crushed between seats and an average-sized bandage on his forehead.
Kame drove Jin to their new apartment and helped the latter to the bed. He didn’t give the older man much space to rest his injuries away as he straddled Jin’s lap, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Jin stuttered, though he couldn’t avoid his eyes from running along the bare chest, and unconsciously, he licked his lips.
“Sex.” Kame stated the facts.
“But my body is still healing.” The older man offered.
“And mine is craving for you. Don’t worry, I’ll reach you without hurting you.” Kame smirked, tugging on the hem of Jin’s shirt and pushing it to the latter’s neck to reach his nipples.
The younger man teasingly blew warm air to the considerably big nipples, eliciting small goosebumps that formed around the twin nubs.
“Ca-can’t we wait a while for me to get used to you? I mean…I couldn’t remember you at all and we’re moving a little too fast. I don’t, ah!” Jin moaned, interrupting his own speech as Kame cupped his manhood through the material of his pants.
“Your body clearly says you want it.”
The younger man chuckled, deftly unbuttoning his lover’s pants and helping him out of them as well as his shirt, soon joining Kame’s own.
Kame ran his hands over the smooth chest, etching every little detail in his mind forever. His hands contorted the broad shoulders to the well defined collarbones, massaging his thumbs over them and making the man under him tremble.
Right, Jin’s collarbones were a sensitive area. A mischievous smirk displayed in Kame’s face, before he attacked the other’s sensitive bones with his lips, eliciting a few pleasured moans and gasps from Jin.
When he had gotten tired of playing with that area, he went further down to explore other parts of Jin’s body, rolling the latter’s nipple between his index finger and thumb while teasing its twin with his mouth, sucking on it.
He delighted himself in the reaction he got from Jin who moaned a breathy ‘Kazu’, throwing his head back. So the boy liked it on the nipples too.
He trailed a slick path to the older one’s navel, hooking his fingers on the last article of clothing on the man’s body. That’s when he noticed Jin trying to sit up and he helped him, before immediately being pulled forward and his lips being sealed by the older man’s.
Kame was still surprised at Jin’s action when he felt hands fumbling with his pants and pushing them down to his knees.
He noticed how Jin’s hands kept on his hair or back after that though, either for being too shy or for not feeling too comfortable with touching another guy. But he had taken some initiative towards Kame, hadn’t he? Maybe the younger man just had to spur him on a little.
Kame dipped his hand inside Jin’s boxers, kissing the latter at the same time and feeling the vibration of the pleasured moans against his lips as he stroked the half-erect cock slowly. It was good to know Jin reacted to his touch so sensitively.
“Touch me too.” He broke the kiss briefly, guiding Jin’s hand to his hardness, and the latter didn’t think twice about making Kame go crazy too and wrapped his lean fingers around the hard shaft, pumping it fast enough to have the other increase the pace of his own hand and their breaths quicken, their kiss becoming raw as they bit each other’s lips and licked every corner of their mouths, breaking away to catch some air for a second before engaging in another kiss spree.
“Jin, stop! Ah, hah…I’m mph…gonna cum, ah.” Kame mustered an incoherent warning but seeing no effect on the other, he clasped Jin’s wrist and reached for the drawer, producing a tube of lube he had made sure to put there, and delivering it to Jin.
The man however, stared at him dumbfounded and the light bulb went off in Kame’s head. Jin had never done that, so he obviously didn’t know what to do.
He swatted the lube back and poured a generous amount on his fingers, leading the wet digits to his back entrance.
“Wait a while until I’m ready.” Kame whispered and gasped when a finger slid inside him.
“Kazu…” the older man watched in amazement, the endearing sight of the younger one fingering himself, stretching his little hole for him, his brows furrowed in concentration, small gasps escaping his parted lips and beads of sweat running down his beautiful features.
His cock throbbed at the image in front of him as the young man inserted another finger while keeping eye-contact with him and moved the two digits until a moan replaced the small gasps when he grazed a spot inside him.
Feeling himself ready, Kame positioned his back entrance over Jin’s hard length, coating it with the cold gel before carefully sitting down on Jin’s lap. Both groaned at the sensation of flesh on flesh.
The younger boy started out slowly but Akanishi Jin was not a man of much patience, let alone when horny as hell and soon his large hands had found their way to Kame’s hips, grasping them and pushing the latter down on his eager shaft as he lifted his hips to meet him mid-thrust.
The smaller man cried out in pain and pleasure alike as he swayed on top of Jin, sneaking his hand between their bodies to pump his own cock.
Noticing the other’s move, Jin leaned forward and whispered in Kame’s ear “Do you want me to help you with, ah…that?” and before Kame had the slightest idea of what Jin was talking about, a warm hand settled on top of his, pumping him even faster.
He retracted his hand and enjoyed the feeling of Jin’s bigger one pushing him to the edge.
“Better, hn…like that?” the smaller man’s only response was to throw his head back and groan at the feeling provided from both rear and front as he neared his climax.
Jin thrust faster into him until he came trembling inside Kame and with a few more strokes, the latter spilled his seeds on Jin’s hand and both their stomachs.
Kame rolled to the mattress, pulling the exhausted man to lie down and snuggling closer to him.
He had never thought Jin’s hips were so talented, but most of all, he never thought such gentleness existed, making his fantasies pale in comparison.
Kame glanced at the barely awake man and tugged a lock behind Jin’s ear.
He would never give him up, no matter how many lies he had to tell, how many people’s happiness he had to destroy because his own was more important and it lay with Jin and Jin alone.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot for Nick-chan's b-day but it got too long and I had to cut it in parts.
Forgive me for my lack of knowledge about Japan's cities too >___<
Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICK-CHAN! ILU <3
Hope you guys enjoyed it because I missed writing fics *tears of happiness* XD
Nikki, I hope you receive what I sent you and damn if the package ripped *kicks the air*