Fic-Raising Akame Chapter 10
Title: Raising Akame
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies
Genre: AU Romance
Word Count: 2,000+
Summary: Jin was barely two years old and Kazuya was a day old when they first met. From that time on, their mothers knew there exist Akame and they must serve as Akame's guardians through the years.
A/N:It was really just ten chapters but I inserted another - Chapter 7 - so now it's 11 chapters. But I promised ten days. And ten days it is. So here are the last two parts. I hope it doesn't disappoint.♥♥♥
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Raising Akame
Chapter 10 - Twenty-five and Twenty-seven Part 3
“Are you okay?”
Kazuya nodded at his assistant. He wasn't. Since the toothbrush incident, the calls between Jin and him had ceased. They have made a breach and it was not to happen again. Jin is getting married. Kazuya repeated those words to himself. Again and again. Each time the words thrust like a knife in his heart. It wasn't over. It was never over. At least, not for him.
He braced himself. They were to meet again one last time before the wedding - the would-be-married couple were to try out the dishes he planned to serve during the wedding reception.
Kazuya pasted a smile on his face from the time the couple arrived and all throughout the evening. Jin was breath-taking in a black jacket over blue collared shirt. Kazuya tried not to notice how Jin's jeans fit snugly.
Kazuya smiled as he watched Jin and his bride-to-be confer while tasting the dishes he prepared. He answered with a smile all the queries Leah politely asked at him. He smiled even when the knife in his heart twisted and turned. It was an excruciatingly slow torture.
“I'll finish up. You go ahead,” Kazuya said to his assistant. He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone. His heart is badly injured.
He tidied the already tidy kitchen. He repeatedly arranged and rearranged the various oils, herbs and condiments lined up on the long counter top beside the stoves. He scrubbed his pots and pans until they glowed. He scrubbed with all his strength the huge marbled work table, as if he wanted to rid it of the delicate pattern. He cleaned and he scrubbed the way he wanted to clean and scrub himself of what he still feels for Jin.
He only stopped when he heard the shop's door open. He expected to see his assistant, probably forgetting something. But when the kitchen door swung open, the last person he needed to see stepped in.
“Jin,” Kazuya said. “Why are you back?”
"I forgot something.” Jin took out his phone from his jacket and showed it to Kazuya. “I forgot to leave this behind,” he said. Kazuya looked askance. “I intended to leave this behind so I'll have an excuse to come back,” was Jin's explanation.
He tried to steer clear of Kazuya since that night in the latter's apartment but all he thought about was him. All he wanted was to see him.
That whole evening was unnerving for Jin. As soon as he stepped inside the shop, he was staggered with the sight of Kazuya wearing a white button down shirt neatly tucked inside slim black pants and a white apron tied around his waist. Jin's one thought all throughout the evening was tasting not the dishes Kazuya prepared but Kazuya himself. It took all his will to act normal. It took all his will to concentrate on the dishes. It took all his will to pay attention to Leah.
After taking Leah home, on his drive back to his own apartment, his will snapped. He found himself steering his car toward's Kazuya's shop hoping the younger man was still there. And there he was standing in front of Kazuya, groping for words to explain his presence. “I'm sorry...”
Kazuya tilted his head. “For what?”
For leaving you. For hurting you. For everything. Jin wanted to say but he remained speechless.
Kazuya forced a smile. “About last time...it's...” He bowed his head and looked at his hand twirling a corner of his apron. “Let's just forget it.”
Jin watched Kazuya fidget uncomfortably. It reminded Jin of when Kazuya first asked him out. It seemed like a life ago. A life he wishes he can go back to. “That's just the problem, see?” Jin said. Kazuya looked up at him. “I'm a complete failure at forgetting you.”
Kazuya was struck silent. His lips moved to respond but no words came out. He couldn't make out what Jin was trying to say. Silence hung in the air as each stared at the other. Kazuya watched as Jin stepped towards him and stopped right in front of him.
“We didn't finish the last time,” Jin said. He smiled meaningfully and added, “At least, you didn't...”
“I didn't...” Kazuya replied, simply mimicking with his mind suddenly gone blank with Jin so close to him. He watched Jin's hands lifting and landing on his shirt.
“We need closure,” Jin whispered.
“Closure...” Kazuya murmured back. He continued to watch Jin's fingers slowly undoing one button after another, knuckles lightly brushing against his skin.
Jin leaned forward. His lips skimmed the silky skin from under Kazuya's left ear down the side of the throat, breathing in Kazuya. He reveled in the smell of spices and sweet perspiration only Kazuya emits. His fingers and knuckles alternately caressed every inch of Kazuya's back before his hands landed on the apron strings. Kazuya's restrained moans vibrated on him when his tongue flicked on Kazuya's Adam's apple then the hollow of the throat. His lips slithered and nipped further down.
Kazuya suddenly jerked awkwardly. “Aw,” Kazuya muttered, feeling a pinch around his waist and interrupting his ecstasy. “What are you doing?”
Jin stops. He stood straight and looked over Kazuya's shoulder. Brows furrowed in exasperation, he said, “I think I managed to get your apron tangled.”
Kazuya reached behind him and sure enough, he felt his apron's strings had been tied in a complex knot.
“Goddammit...” Jin muttered impatiently as he kept tugging at the apron strings.
Kazuya couldn't help a soft chuckle. “Jin,” he said. “Forget the apron.” He took Jin's hands and brought it on the front of his pants. “My pants aren't sewed into it.”
Jin smiled, feeling slightly foolish. He undid the younger man's pants. He smiled when saw the protrusion on the white cloth. “As I said, I owe you.”
Kazuya pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the table. What little modesty the apron afforded him was soon gone when Jin moved it aside.
Jin's gaze glided up to the other man's smooth fair-skinned torso up to his silky throat, slightly parted pink lips and finally landed on Kazuya's anticipating brown eyes. Jin's smile was naughty when he said, “Itadakimasu*.” He, then, bent over.
Kazuya quivered when Jin touched him. He closed his eyes when he felt the warm and wet mouth close around him, tongue twirling around. He bit his lip when said tongue trailed the length of a strained vein. His mind swirled when Jin took him all in and started drawing him out. As Jin's mouth grew more frantic, the tingling in his groin rippled wider and wider. Growing into wave upon wave of pleasure all over his body. He leaned back, propping himself on his outstretched arms, hands trying to dig in on the hard surface.
It felt like Jin was sucking the life out of him. He thinks he may be dying soon and what sweet death it would be. He fell back on the table, hands gripping the edge. The heels of his feet dug into Jin's back. His toes curled. His body arched. He convulsed and he was gone.
When he came back and opened his eyes, Jin was on top of him, gazing into his eyes, lips glistening. They kissed feverishly as they scooted further up the table. They kissed for what seemed like eternity. Tongues roving and probing. Lips outdoing each other. They were both breathless when Jin broke the kiss and asked, “May I?” Kazuya knew what the other meant. Still speechless, he merely nodded.
Jin kneeled up and was about to unzip his pants then paused. “I don't have lube.” For a while Jin's meaning was lost on Kazuya. When Jin's meaning became clear, he turned his head to the left. Jin followed his gaze and broke into a wide grin when he saw a full row of various cooking oil on the counter top beside the stoves. Jin got off the table and took a green bottle of olive oil.
“No!” Kazuya exclaimed, propping himself up on his elbows. “That's expensive.”
Jin was amused at how the other man suddenly found his voice just because his cooking supplies were at stake.
Kazuya pointed to a white rectangular tub. “Use that.”
Jin picked up the white plastic tub. “Shortening,” Jin said, reading the label. He looked at Kazuya and raised an eyebrow. “Short-ening?”
Kazuya chuckled. “Baka. It won't work that way on you.”
Jin smiled. “Just making sure,” he said and placed the tub beside Kazuya on the table. He slowly undressed, watching Kazuya watch him. There was no mistaking the craving in the younger man's eyes and it delighted him.
Kazuya couldn't hide his hunger. Kazuya arched a brow when Jin slowly reveal his tight belly up to his broad chest when he pulled off his shirt. He licked his lips as he watch Jin slowly unbutton and unzip his jeans and, more slowly, pushing it down together with the black underpants. He watched as Jin clambered back on top of the table, between his legs.
Kazuya's heart was beating wildly. His breathing had become rushed. “Go slow, 'kay?” Kazuya said, lying back down. “It's been a while.”
Jin raised an eyebrow. “Really?” Kazuya slightly blushed. He studied the sheepishness and Jin realized he had been the last to be inside Kazuya. Meaning, he had been the only one inside him. “Sweet, sweet, Kazuya...” He kissed him as he prepared Kazuya.
Kazuya jerked a little but maintained eye contact with Jin. He tried not to close his eyes. He swallowed hard then bit his lower lip when he felt the welcome intrusion. It was overwhelming to be filled that way way again. It felt strange yet comfortable. It felt like welcoming home a long lost love. It is welcoming home a lost lost love.
Jin hissed. He went slow. He steels himself, feeling the strain on his arm supporting his weight. He wound his other arm behind Kazuya's waist to steady the slighter man. As he inches himself slowly deeper, Kazuya grunted then moaned.
Half-way through, Jin stopped. He was trembling and finding it hard to breathe. “I...I have...” his strained voice tried to say. Kazuya knowingly nodded. And Jin plunged in, burying himself all the way in. Kazuya gave out a cry. Jin groaned from the core of his being. He was lost inside Kazuya.
He pulls back and the tightness stretched him. He tried to phase himself, to take his time but each time he pulls away, the need to be deeper into Kazuya grew more urgent. Kazuya's core beckons and all he could do was surrender.
The moans and groans that followed blended with the sound of flesh against flesh, creating a cacophony of sensual music. It crescendoed to Jin's unrestrained cry of Kazuya's name. Kazuya beckons and all he can do is surrender.
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Jin furtively gave Kazuya a sidelong glance. Kazuya was deep in thought. Jin returned his gaze on the road, smiling to himself. Kazuya in deep thought is one of his favorite things in the world. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
Kazuya shot Jin a quick glance. Jin offered to take him home, saying he might find it difficult to ride the bike home. He smirked at Jin when he said that but he accepted the offer. If it would mean more time with Jin - even just a few minutes - he would gladly take it.
“Blurt it out, Kamenashi,” Jin said.
“I was just thinking...” Kazuya started but paused. He was thinking how he wish the night won't end. Instead, he said, “I was just thinking how I'd be able to work on that table again.”
Jin blurted a short laugh. “And don't forget the short-ening,” Jin added, then chuckled.
Kazuya sighed. “That was favorite brand. Now I have to find another one because there's just no way I will use that same brand for cooking.”
And they both laughed. Jin replayed in his mind their recent tryst. He is amazed at how he and Kazuya can go from being passionate to silly and back and not loose a beat. Jin looked at Kazuya again. Kazuya was smiling. Kazuya smiling is also one of his favorite things in the world. Thinking about it, Jin realizes Kazuya doing anything possibly occupies his top 100 favorite things in the world. And he wonders how he could live his life without his favorite things.
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“Bye,” Jin said, shuffling his feet. He felt like a teen-ager awkwardly ending a first date. Though he doubts teen-agers on first date feel the kind of painful emptiness he feels. He takes a deep breath. “Bye,” he repeated.
“Bye,” Kazuya replied.
Jin took another deep breath, buying himself a few more seconds, hoping for something. But when Kazuya remained silent, he turned on his heels and walked away.
Kazuya watched Jin's back as the latter retreated, heading for his car parked on the other side of the street. His throat ached. He wanted to call out Jin's name. He wanted to say the one word he could not say seven years ago.
He watched Jin open his car. The other man paused by his open car door and waved. Kazuya's eyes misted as he forced a smile and waved back.
The smiled and they waved both thinking the same thing. They kissed. They made love. They laughed. They know they would never forget each other. They said their goodbyes. Perhaps, this is their closure.
End of Chapter 10
Chapter 11 - Final