Visiting Hours
TITLE: Visiting Hours
RATING: Super Heavy R/ Borderline NC-17
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
SUMMARY: Shige is still Ryo’s whore.
WORD COUNT: 1,694
NOTES: This whole Ryo/Whore!Shige thing is now the Whore!verse, I have decided. Welcome to part #3.
He throws a few crumpled up bills at the taxi driver and stumbles out the door. He almost trips on a cracked sidewalk tile and has to stop for a minute at the top of the stairs to remember which way he has to go. Left, all the way to the end. And then he’s pounding on the door.
Katou’s lying in bed, textbook open on the floor and flashlight in hand. The overhead light died earlier in the night, and there weren’t any extra light bulbs in the apartment. The banging startles him, and he listens to it for moment before he realizes it’s his door that’s shaking in the frame. Katou looks at the old clock on his table - 2:18 AM. He gets up, takes the few steps to the door and opens it. He’s not all that surprised to find an irritated Nishikido looking back at him. Nishikido pushes Katou of the way and lets himself into the apartment. The smell of alcohol is coming off him in waves.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Shut up, Katou.” Nishikido’s words are slurred together, “I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up. Bastard.”
“Of course I didn’t pick up. I don’t have a phone.”
“You live in the fucking Stone Age.”
Nishikido stumbles over to the futon and lets himself fall down onto it.
Katou sighs, “What are you doing?”
Nishikido says something, but it’s into the comforter and completely unintelligible. Katou goes into the other room and sits down on the floor, next to his textbook and Nishikido on his futon, who’s still talking into the bedding. Katou grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him up in a sitting position.
“And everyone said, ‘Damn, Nishikido. You go out all the time now without us. You have a girlfriend, you totally have a girlfriend.’ But I don’t fucking have a girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend, I’d be getting some ass. But I’m not getting any ass at all. You don’t put out. Why the fuck do I keep coming out to this shitty neighborhood? You should move. Move somewhere where I’m not embarrassed to be seen. What the fuck is wrong with you, Katou? You need to learn how to answer your fucking phone.”
“I told you. I don’t have a phone.” Katou answers quietly.
Nishikido turns to Katou, but it seems to have been too much for his center of balance, because he starts falling over and Katou has to catch him so he doesn’t hit his head on the floor. Katou pushes him back up, but halfway there, Nishikido puts his head on Katou’s shoulder and makes it obvious he doesn’t want to move. Neither does.
“Please tell me you didn’t drive out here.”
“No,” Nishikido says into Katou’s shoulder, “my bastard friends took my keys after the second round of shots. I almost tripped in your fucking courtyard. If this face of mine got fucked up, the lawyers would have a field day with your landlord.”
Katou laughs a little, “You knew it would be like that. Why did you bother coming all the way out here?”
Nishikido shifts his weight, and Katou can feel him smiling against his neck, “I can’t fucking stop. You’re like a drug, you son of a bitch.”
And then, Katou’s gasping, because Nishikido is pressing sloppy kissing along his jaw and wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist. Nishikido seems happy with the current procession of things, humming as he kisses his way towards Katou’s lips, whereas Katou is awkwardly fisting a hand in the blankets and the other shaking slightly against Nishikido’s back. Nishikido moves, so he’s sitting more in front of Katou than to the side, he lifts his arms and pushes at Katou’s shoulders. Katou’s shaking, but he doesn’t lean back.
“Lay down.”
Katou gasps again, because there’s something in Nishikido’s tone of voice, a hint of something, and Katou can’t help but follow the order. Nishikido crawls forward just the tiniest bit and places his lips against Katou’s, gently, with barely any force behind the action. His hands move down from Katou’s waist to his hips, tugs at the shirt and caresses the stripe of skin that’s revealed. Nishikido swipes his tongue along Katou’s lips and nibbles. Slowly, tentatively, Katou moves his hands, one holding Nishikido’s upper arm, and the other resting on his shoulder. Katou squirms in Nishikido’s arms, on the floor, and he squeaks when Nishikido cups his growing arousal.
Nishikido leans away from Katou just the slightest bit, but his hand doesn’t move from Katou’s crotch, “Now, now. Is this really the Katou I know? Where’s that fight of yours?”
Katou looks up at Nishikido, face flushed, lips shimmering, breathing shallowly, and he can’t seem to focus enough to form a reply.
Nishikido smiles, “Well?” he squeezes Katou’s bulge, and he moans, “Where’d it go?”
Katou squirms again and finally replies, “I can’t.”
Nishikido considers this answer for a minute, laughs deep in his chest, and then throws caution to the wind.
“Perfect.”
He dives right in. Pressing Katou into the floor, chest-to-chest, biting at Katou’s lips, demanding access (which Katou grants), pulling his pajama pants down his hips and wrapping a hand around Katou’s half-hard cock. Katou groans as Nishikido sucks on his tongue, and he can’t help but buck his hips in time with Nishikido’s strong strokes. Katou’s arms are clutching at Nishikido’s back, sliding up under his shirt and scratching. Nishikido slides his lips off Katou’s and starts sucking and biting at his neck. His hand against Katou’s cock stops and then speeds up, he pushes his thumb into the head, smears the few drops of pre-cum around and Katou moans, humps Nishikido’s hand. Katou’s hands reach for Nishikido’s belt buckle, frantically pulling at it and trying to suppress a whining noise. Nishikido smiles against Katou’s neck, again.
Nishikido sits up, takes off his shirt and flops onto his back, undoing his belt and kicking his pants off. But before he can sit up, there are hands on his hips and Katou is sitting demurely between his legs. And without any warning, Katou leans down, pulls Nishikido’s underwear down and takes his member completely in his mouth. This time, it’s Nishikido who moans, and Katou holds his hips firmly against the floor and licks up the underside and sucks at the head. Nishikido wraps his fingers in Katou’s hair, and somewhere in the back of his drunk mind, he remembers he did the same thing in his car weeks ago.
Shige slowly lifts his head and looks up, part of his face obscured by Nishikido’s erection, and he doesn’t need to say anything for Nishikido to understand. He pulls Katou up by the arms and rolls the two of them over, so Nishikido is back on top and they’re some how off the floor and on the futon. He sits between Katou’s bent legs and doesn’t even bother taking Katou’s pajama pants off before he scoots forward and grasps both his and Katou’s erections in one hand and squeezes. Katou throws his head back, makes a choking noise and undulates his hips. Nishikido closes his eyes, he knows this won’t last long - he’s too drunk and Katou’s too sensitive.
In strong, fast strokes, Nishikido rocks against Katou, pushing them both together in his hand. Katou isn’t bothering to censor himself any more; his body is twitching, hands fisted in the blanket, whimpering and occasionally moaning, ‘Haruto’. Nishikido rolls his hips against Katou’s, breaths coming in short gasps, hand flying up and down. Katou makes a noise that’s a cross between a sign and groan, and when Nishikido looks down, his eyes are squeezed shut, hips snapping and he’s coming in Nishikido’s hand. Nishikido smirks but doesn’t change his pace at all. He leans down for a kiss and Katou throws his arms over Nishikido’s neck, effectively holding him in place. The depth behind such a simple action is too much for him, and Nishikido comes in his hand. He breaths deeply, tenderly kissing Katou’s face, the pair holding each other as they both come down.
With his clean hand, Nishikido pulls Katou’s pajama pants off and wipes his other hand off on them. He throws the pants in a corner. He lies back down, facing Katou and they fall asleep.
-- -- --
In the morning, Katou wakes up to a noise that is most decidedly not his alarm clock. He looks around the room, trying to find the source of the noise (and ignore Nishikido’s naked backside). He finds it in the pocket of a jacket, near the door. Katou pulls out a cell phone, presses ‘send’ and holds it to his ear.
“H-hello?”
“Ryo-chan! We’re at your place! Open your door!”
“Excuse me?”
There’s a pause on the other side and hushed voices in the background, “Ryo-chan?”
“Um, no, this is-“
“You stole Ryo-chan’s phone!”
Katou blanches, “What?! No! It’s nothing like that!”
“You’d better beware, thief! You’re in possession of Nishikido’s Ryo’s cell phone! He’s gonna hunt you down and-“
And before Katou can hear any more, the phone is yanked out of his hand by Nishikido, who retreats towards the stove, swearing into the phone and then hanging up on the caller.
Nishikido looks over his shoulder at Katou, “What did that idiot tell you?”
“Um, he. You’re...”
Nishikido’s eyes become huge with realization and he frantically starts searching for his pants, swearing all the while. When he finds them, he pulls a large wad of bills out of his wallet and extends them towards Katou.
“Take it and say nothing.”
Katou doesn’t move.
“Take it!”
“I’m not going to say anything. I swear.”
“I have no reason to trust you on this. Take it and say nothing.”
Katou steps towards Nishikido, pushing his hand away, “I owe you a lot. Figuratively. I’m not going to say anything.”
Nishikido turns his head away from Katou, “You should have pushed me off.”
Katou moves closer to Nishikido, enough that Nishikido can feel the other’s breath on his shoulder.
“I can’t.”
end
RATING: Super Heavy R/ Borderline NC-17
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
SUMMARY: Shige is still Ryo’s whore.
WORD COUNT: 1,694
NOTES: This whole Ryo/Whore!Shige thing is now the Whore!verse, I have decided. Welcome to part #3.
He throws a few crumpled up bills at the taxi driver and stumbles out the door. He almost trips on a cracked sidewalk tile and has to stop for a minute at the top of the stairs to remember which way he has to go. Left, all the way to the end. And then he’s pounding on the door.
Katou’s lying in bed, textbook open on the floor and flashlight in hand. The overhead light died earlier in the night, and there weren’t any extra light bulbs in the apartment. The banging startles him, and he listens to it for moment before he realizes it’s his door that’s shaking in the frame. Katou looks at the old clock on his table - 2:18 AM. He gets up, takes the few steps to the door and opens it. He’s not all that surprised to find an irritated Nishikido looking back at him. Nishikido pushes Katou of the way and lets himself into the apartment. The smell of alcohol is coming off him in waves.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Shut up, Katou.” Nishikido’s words are slurred together, “I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up. Bastard.”
“Of course I didn’t pick up. I don’t have a phone.”
“You live in the fucking Stone Age.”
Nishikido stumbles over to the futon and lets himself fall down onto it.
Katou sighs, “What are you doing?”
Nishikido says something, but it’s into the comforter and completely unintelligible. Katou goes into the other room and sits down on the floor, next to his textbook and Nishikido on his futon, who’s still talking into the bedding. Katou grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him up in a sitting position.
“And everyone said, ‘Damn, Nishikido. You go out all the time now without us. You have a girlfriend, you totally have a girlfriend.’ But I don’t fucking have a girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend, I’d be getting some ass. But I’m not getting any ass at all. You don’t put out. Why the fuck do I keep coming out to this shitty neighborhood? You should move. Move somewhere where I’m not embarrassed to be seen. What the fuck is wrong with you, Katou? You need to learn how to answer your fucking phone.”
“I told you. I don’t have a phone.” Katou answers quietly.
Nishikido turns to Katou, but it seems to have been too much for his center of balance, because he starts falling over and Katou has to catch him so he doesn’t hit his head on the floor. Katou pushes him back up, but halfway there, Nishikido puts his head on Katou’s shoulder and makes it obvious he doesn’t want to move. Neither does.
“Please tell me you didn’t drive out here.”
“No,” Nishikido says into Katou’s shoulder, “my bastard friends took my keys after the second round of shots. I almost tripped in your fucking courtyard. If this face of mine got fucked up, the lawyers would have a field day with your landlord.”
Katou laughs a little, “You knew it would be like that. Why did you bother coming all the way out here?”
Nishikido shifts his weight, and Katou can feel him smiling against his neck, “I can’t fucking stop. You’re like a drug, you son of a bitch.”
And then, Katou’s gasping, because Nishikido is pressing sloppy kissing along his jaw and wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist. Nishikido seems happy with the current procession of things, humming as he kisses his way towards Katou’s lips, whereas Katou is awkwardly fisting a hand in the blankets and the other shaking slightly against Nishikido’s back. Nishikido moves, so he’s sitting more in front of Katou than to the side, he lifts his arms and pushes at Katou’s shoulders. Katou’s shaking, but he doesn’t lean back.
“Lay down.”
Katou gasps again, because there’s something in Nishikido’s tone of voice, a hint of something, and Katou can’t help but follow the order. Nishikido crawls forward just the tiniest bit and places his lips against Katou’s, gently, with barely any force behind the action. His hands move down from Katou’s waist to his hips, tugs at the shirt and caresses the stripe of skin that’s revealed. Nishikido swipes his tongue along Katou’s lips and nibbles. Slowly, tentatively, Katou moves his hands, one holding Nishikido’s upper arm, and the other resting on his shoulder. Katou squirms in Nishikido’s arms, on the floor, and he squeaks when Nishikido cups his growing arousal.
Nishikido leans away from Katou just the slightest bit, but his hand doesn’t move from Katou’s crotch, “Now, now. Is this really the Katou I know? Where’s that fight of yours?”
Katou looks up at Nishikido, face flushed, lips shimmering, breathing shallowly, and he can’t seem to focus enough to form a reply.
Nishikido smiles, “Well?” he squeezes Katou’s bulge, and he moans, “Where’d it go?”
Katou squirms again and finally replies, “I can’t.”
Nishikido considers this answer for a minute, laughs deep in his chest, and then throws caution to the wind.
“Perfect.”
He dives right in. Pressing Katou into the floor, chest-to-chest, biting at Katou’s lips, demanding access (which Katou grants), pulling his pajama pants down his hips and wrapping a hand around Katou’s half-hard cock. Katou groans as Nishikido sucks on his tongue, and he can’t help but buck his hips in time with Nishikido’s strong strokes. Katou’s arms are clutching at Nishikido’s back, sliding up under his shirt and scratching. Nishikido slides his lips off Katou’s and starts sucking and biting at his neck. His hand against Katou’s cock stops and then speeds up, he pushes his thumb into the head, smears the few drops of pre-cum around and Katou moans, humps Nishikido’s hand. Katou’s hands reach for Nishikido’s belt buckle, frantically pulling at it and trying to suppress a whining noise. Nishikido smiles against Katou’s neck, again.
Nishikido sits up, takes off his shirt and flops onto his back, undoing his belt and kicking his pants off. But before he can sit up, there are hands on his hips and Katou is sitting demurely between his legs. And without any warning, Katou leans down, pulls Nishikido’s underwear down and takes his member completely in his mouth. This time, it’s Nishikido who moans, and Katou holds his hips firmly against the floor and licks up the underside and sucks at the head. Nishikido wraps his fingers in Katou’s hair, and somewhere in the back of his drunk mind, he remembers he did the same thing in his car weeks ago.
Shige slowly lifts his head and looks up, part of his face obscured by Nishikido’s erection, and he doesn’t need to say anything for Nishikido to understand. He pulls Katou up by the arms and rolls the two of them over, so Nishikido is back on top and they’re some how off the floor and on the futon. He sits between Katou’s bent legs and doesn’t even bother taking Katou’s pajama pants off before he scoots forward and grasps both his and Katou’s erections in one hand and squeezes. Katou throws his head back, makes a choking noise and undulates his hips. Nishikido closes his eyes, he knows this won’t last long - he’s too drunk and Katou’s too sensitive.
In strong, fast strokes, Nishikido rocks against Katou, pushing them both together in his hand. Katou isn’t bothering to censor himself any more; his body is twitching, hands fisted in the blanket, whimpering and occasionally moaning, ‘Haruto’. Nishikido rolls his hips against Katou’s, breaths coming in short gasps, hand flying up and down. Katou makes a noise that’s a cross between a sign and groan, and when Nishikido looks down, his eyes are squeezed shut, hips snapping and he’s coming in Nishikido’s hand. Nishikido smirks but doesn’t change his pace at all. He leans down for a kiss and Katou throws his arms over Nishikido’s neck, effectively holding him in place. The depth behind such a simple action is too much for him, and Nishikido comes in his hand. He breaths deeply, tenderly kissing Katou’s face, the pair holding each other as they both come down.
With his clean hand, Nishikido pulls Katou’s pajama pants off and wipes his other hand off on them. He throws the pants in a corner. He lies back down, facing Katou and they fall asleep.
-- -- --
In the morning, Katou wakes up to a noise that is most decidedly not his alarm clock. He looks around the room, trying to find the source of the noise (and ignore Nishikido’s naked backside). He finds it in the pocket of a jacket, near the door. Katou pulls out a cell phone, presses ‘send’ and holds it to his ear.
“H-hello?”
“Ryo-chan! We’re at your place! Open your door!”
“Excuse me?”
There’s a pause on the other side and hushed voices in the background, “Ryo-chan?”
“Um, no, this is-“
“You stole Ryo-chan’s phone!”
Katou blanches, “What?! No! It’s nothing like that!”
“You’d better beware, thief! You’re in possession of Nishikido’s Ryo’s cell phone! He’s gonna hunt you down and-“
And before Katou can hear any more, the phone is yanked out of his hand by Nishikido, who retreats towards the stove, swearing into the phone and then hanging up on the caller.
Nishikido looks over his shoulder at Katou, “What did that idiot tell you?”
“Um, he. You’re...”
Nishikido’s eyes become huge with realization and he frantically starts searching for his pants, swearing all the while. When he finds them, he pulls a large wad of bills out of his wallet and extends them towards Katou.
“Take it and say nothing.”
Katou doesn’t move.
“Take it!”
“I’m not going to say anything. I swear.”
“I have no reason to trust you on this. Take it and say nothing.”
Katou steps towards Nishikido, pushing his hand away, “I owe you a lot. Figuratively. I’m not going to say anything.”
Nishikido turns his head away from Katou, “You should have pushed me off.”
Katou moves closer to Nishikido, enough that Nishikido can feel the other’s breath on his shoulder.
“I can’t.”
end