Fic post - Kisumai fic
Catching up on a backlog of fic from shiritori, found at writetomyheart.
Title: Something isn't quite right
Pairing: FujigayaxKitayama
Warning for Kitayama being a mean senpai, and Fujigaya being himself.
“Yours, since when?” Fujigaya hissed as soon as Kitayama had chased another new junior bearing white day candy from their space. This time the excuse was he can’t be yours, he is mine. Which had the junior stammering an apology and running away, and Fujigaya turning on Kitayama with an angry glare.
All day Kitayama and Wataru had been chasing away juniors, but this one had been particularly insistent. And Kitayama was at the end of his rope. He was not sure who had managed to convince the juniors that they all needed to give Fujigaya something for white day (since he had certainly NOT confessed to anyone on Valentine's day, since Fujigaya couldnt keep a secret to save his life, and he had been complaining about his lack of choco on that day) but it was getting really annoying. Starting with his co-stars from Kamen teacher it hasn't seemed that strange, until Tsuka-chan who wasn't even a junior stopped by, and Miyacchi quickly intercepted that one, before ABC-Z was one member less. But then younger and younger juniors had been stopping by and something was strange.
He would say it was a stunt by Nikaido, but Nika would have broken before this, instead of complaining that they couldn't get anything done with everyone always stopping by. And he was usually the first to want to slack off, but this was kind of ridiculous.
Their entire band was put out about it. Everyone, that was, except Fujigaya. He seemed surprised, embarrassed, and pleased (somehow) at the attention. His smile had gotten wider and wider at each person who came through the door, and Kitayama’s mood had gotten more and more black.
This last junior, who seriously had to be young enough to be the consequence of one of his youthful indiscretions, was too much.
“Since always.” Kitayama snapped back, stalking over to and throwing himself down on the couch. Chasing away Fujigaya’s admirers was hard work.
“First time I heave heard of it. There isn’t any harm in it. I don't see what the big deal is.” Fujigaya chatted idly as he packed his bag, not really looking at Kitayama as he shoved things into his bag, and checked his phone, typing out a quick message before pocketing his phone, and perching on the arm of the couch, staring at Kitayama, who lay splayed out on the cushions.
“Doesnt matter, it was been always."
"Hardly.” Was Fuigaya's instant reply.
“We have been in a band for all these years.”
“Doesn't make me yours, Mitsu. That means I am just as much Watta’s, and you know how I love him.”
For some reason the happy lilt in Fujigaya’s voice, the way that he easily announced that he loved Watta was just too much for Kitayama.
“You aren’t Watta’s. And that isn’t the point. You are Kisumai’s. You shouldn't have half the agency confessing to you.”
“What does it matter? Sometimes it is nice to be wanted. And shown that people care. For someone real, not the fans. And I think-“ Fujigaya stopped as there was a knock on the door, and his face had a large smile on it as he stood up off of the couch, grabbing his bag as the door opened.
“Ah, was hopin’ you’d be ready.” Hashimoto stuck his head in, grinning widely, and Kitayama tensed, seeing a box in the others hands.
“Of course.”
“Good, this’s an important date.”
“Date?!” Kitayama shoved himself off the couch, staring at Hashimoto and Fujigaya in horror.
“Yup. Asked Taipi this mornin’ if he’d wanna go out tonight, like date, and he said yes. As long as I did it proper like, and so, here I am, with candies.”
Kitayama could see that Hashimoto was dressed more nicely than usual, and he was holding a present, but this was just too much.
“Sorry, but he will be unable to go out with you tonight.” Kitayama stalked towards the pair, and Hashimoto blinked at him with wide eyes.
“Why not?”
“He is busy.”
“I am?”
“Doing what?” Hashimoto and Fujugaya spoke at almost the same time, and Kitayama chose to answer Hashimoto, and he advanced towards Fujigaya.
“He will be busy doing me.”
“Huh?” Hashimoto asked, even as Kitayama grabbed Fujigaya by the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. He expected Fujigaya to fight him, to demand an explanation, but instead Fujigaya’s bag dropped to the floor, his arms wrapping more firmly around Kitayama.
He was vaguely aware of the door opening, but he broke the kiss in surprise when he heard Tsukada and Tamamori in the hallway.
“Finally, the last person on the list was Kame-senpai, and I really didn't want to actually have to call him.” Tamamori sounded relieved, and Tsukada and Hashimoto laughed.
“Taipi knew what he was doing. Have some faith. I really didn't think it would take HiroMitsu quite this long to actually act on it.” Totsuka’s voice was a soft chuckle, and it was Hashimoto’s words that really gave him pause.
“I didn’ wanna cancel my date with Tottsu, so ‘m glad it worked.”
“You?” Kitayama gaped up at Fujigaya who chuckled, and winked.
“Took you long enough.” Fujigaya scooped up his bag and sauntered to the door, making sure to add extra sass and sway to his gait. “I am still not convinced about this 'yours' thing. One kiss really isn’t that convincing. And some of those juniors were adorable. Oh, maybe Marius is free. Since Hasshi won’t ditch Tottsu for me.”
The twinkle in his eyes, and the smirk as she shut the door, leaving Kitayama alone in the room was enough to make his blood boil.
Maybe his statement to Hashimoto needed to be revised. Maybe, instead of Fujigaya doing Kitayama that night, he would just do him.
Title: Build that ass up
Pairing: FujigayaxYokoo
Warning for mild language and super mild Busaiku spoilers? Maybe??
“Biggest badass, more like biggest fatass.” Fujigaya scoffed, shaking his head at Kitayama’s boasting. “I mean, are you going to trust a random internet survey? That's ridiculous. I have seen the type of shit that is about us on the internet, and trust me, any internet survey that claims you are a badass is just wrong.”
“Maybe, but at least I have an ass. Remember, you are attractive up here….” Kitayama made a motion at his face and chest, before laughing. “But ugly back here.” He sauntered past Fujigaya, making sure to pat him on his non-existent ass on his way towards the door.
“You are such a ass-“ Fujigaya started, but trailed off as Kitayama started cackling.
“I would comment that you are what you eat but I-“
“Just stop, please. I don't need to hear about your freakish habits.” Fugijaya snapped, shoving at Kitayama until he was out of the room, the door closed firmly behind him. Leaving Fujigaya and the full-length mirror in peace.
He knew that he had no ass, but worst ass might be taking it a bit far. Maybe he should talk to the stylists about how to make a non-existent ass look good? Or consult some senpai. At least he had never had his pants fall down in a concert from jumping and hopping so much. On a DVD no less. Maybe there were special ass-accentuating exercises. Tsuka-chan would know, and for the sake of an ass that was more idol like, Fujigaya could suffer the humiliation of asking the other man about ass exercises.
*****
One week, several senpai lunch dates and phone calls later, Fujigaya had a list of recommended ass improving exercises and dietary recommendations. All of the food that women claimed went straight to their asses, he was supposed to eat, in moderation of course. He was an idol and had the rest of his figure to think about. And his complexion. Despite their anti-acne commercials he really didn't want to actually support that company. It was suggested that he do gluteal training exercises, and perhaps take up soccer, since skating apparently wasn't doing enough for his ass.
Though one senpai suggest that he just accept his body, and go with it, since he was doing well enough as is, and being non-endowed in the posterior wasn't the end of the world. But that was just silly.
Being ugly on the backside just wasn't allowable.
So he made a schedule. And a plan. Since getting a more becoming backside would require effort, and his schedule was busy. But he could shift meetings with kouhai around to suit his new exercise routine, and suggest dining with senpai at establishments that serves ass-enhancing foods and -
Fujigaya paused, the paper with his notes and his planner open on the table before him as a pair of arms, warm and strong wrapped around him.
“Hmm, so this is what you have been obsessing over. I wondered what was keeping you so distracted” A voice low and warm spoke in his ear, the arms tightening around him. “You know, I like the fact that you don't really have an ass. I mean, you are a man, and that's part of your appeal.” Lips places a kiss on his cheek, and along his jaw line, then on his neck, and Fujigaya’s eyes slipped closed, a smile playing at his lips, a chuckle vibrating low in his throat.
“Watta, does that mean you think Mitsu’s ass looks like a girl's?”
Yokoo didn't answer, but sharp fanged teeth nipped at his throat, breath warm against his neck and Fujigaya found that he didn't really mind so much what Watta may or may not think about anyone else's ass, especially as hands traced down his torso, and towards the fastenings of his pants, and when Yokoo spoke, his voice low and soft in his ear, his teeth sharp and biting against his skin, all Fujigaya could think of was Watta.
“Doesn't matter. Yours is my favorite.”
Title: Fun with Food
Pairing: FujigayaxKitayama
Warning for innuendo, inappropriate use of food, and Fujikita being trolls.
“Porn, they call that porn? That is just pictures of food.”
“Right, Nika, that is what it is called ‘food porn’. The pictures are supposed to make the food look enticing.” Senga snapped back, the pair of them huddled over his keitai, looking at pictures on the small screen. It was another random 'Senga English lesson time', after his jerk chicken j-web lesson he has been on a ‘hey, look what I learned’ kick. Though management forbid him from talking about food porn in his j-web. Not appropriate.
That did not, however, stop him from looking at food pictures on his phone, and arguing about what looked good, what didn't, and why it was a horrible idea to model food to look like human anatomy.
“Besides,” Nika commented with a huff, “How can food to pornographic? It is just food. And even if you do something with chocolate sauce, it’s not the sauce that's sexy. I just don't get it.”
“Food can totally be pornographic. You are missing the point.” Senga argued back. Their bickering continued even as the others entered the room, and Miyata got dragged into the conversation, as they asked his opinion on food and sex.
What everyone missed, however, was the look and the arched eyebrow that Kitayama shot Fujigaya, and the brief smile back. And the look of horror that passed along Tamamori’s face, which only grew worse as both Fujigaya and Kitayama shot him identical looks of innocence.
“Don’t worry, Tama.” Nika chimed in with a laugh, totally misunderstanding the reason for the look of horror. “Miyacchi isn’t telling us to many of your dirty bedroom secrets.”
~~~~~
Perhaps the others should have found is suspicious when they received an invitation from Fujigaya and Kitayama for dinner. But the two has been getting along much better these days, and everyone was convinced there was something going on between the two. And Yokoo seemed unconcerned. So it was probably legitimate. Tamamori tired his best to get out of it, but everyone else was going, so he had no choice. Besides, it was an izakaya, and those were always fun.
Except the longer dinner went on, the more everyone was glad that it was a party room. Comments were hissed between band members, though Tamamori mostly just whimpered, and Miyata watched with interest.
“Did Mitsu just use his tongue to lap at the sauce on the meat?”
“What is Gaya doing licking the mayo off his fingers like that? Does he have to swirl his tongue to much?”
“I have never seen anyone slurp a tomato like that.”
“Did he just moan around a sausage?”
There was dead silence when Kitayama offered Fujigaya the last piece of chicken off of his meat skewer, and other wrapping his lips around the piece of chicken, which was down near Kitayama’s fingers before sucking on it. His eyes were locked with Kitayama’s as the other slid the stick off of the meat, and the piece of chicken disappeared into Fujigaya’s mouth. After a moment his tongue darted out getting the last bits of sauce and juice that lingered on his lips.
“So good.” Fujigaya moaned happily, leaning back, and Kitayama just hmmed his agreement.
As much as the others hated to admit it, it was oddly attractive. Accompanied by the happy food moans, and entirely unnecessary slurping noises, anyone would be aroused. It was Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu after all. And the longer the evening went on, the worse it got. Until almost everyone at the table had a problem.
“Are you done yet?” Tamamori finally snapped, looking anywhere but at the other two front men.
“Done? Tama, that was only an introduction to food porn.” Kitayama drawled with a grin, laughing at the understanding that flashed across the other's faces. He stood up and moved to the door, Fujigaya following him. “We will see you later, we have some things to take care of at home. We have the bill, as promised. But remember, this was just the beginners level, Taisuke and I don't think that you are ready for the advanced course.”
Title: Something isn't quite right
Pairing: FujigayaxKitayama
Warning for Kitayama being a mean senpai, and Fujigaya being himself.
“Yours, since when?” Fujigaya hissed as soon as Kitayama had chased another new junior bearing white day candy from their space. This time the excuse was he can’t be yours, he is mine. Which had the junior stammering an apology and running away, and Fujigaya turning on Kitayama with an angry glare.
All day Kitayama and Wataru had been chasing away juniors, but this one had been particularly insistent. And Kitayama was at the end of his rope. He was not sure who had managed to convince the juniors that they all needed to give Fujigaya something for white day (since he had certainly NOT confessed to anyone on Valentine's day, since Fujigaya couldnt keep a secret to save his life, and he had been complaining about his lack of choco on that day) but it was getting really annoying. Starting with his co-stars from Kamen teacher it hasn't seemed that strange, until Tsuka-chan who wasn't even a junior stopped by, and Miyacchi quickly intercepted that one, before ABC-Z was one member less. But then younger and younger juniors had been stopping by and something was strange.
He would say it was a stunt by Nikaido, but Nika would have broken before this, instead of complaining that they couldn't get anything done with everyone always stopping by. And he was usually the first to want to slack off, but this was kind of ridiculous.
Their entire band was put out about it. Everyone, that was, except Fujigaya. He seemed surprised, embarrassed, and pleased (somehow) at the attention. His smile had gotten wider and wider at each person who came through the door, and Kitayama’s mood had gotten more and more black.
This last junior, who seriously had to be young enough to be the consequence of one of his youthful indiscretions, was too much.
“Since always.” Kitayama snapped back, stalking over to and throwing himself down on the couch. Chasing away Fujigaya’s admirers was hard work.
“First time I heave heard of it. There isn’t any harm in it. I don't see what the big deal is.” Fujigaya chatted idly as he packed his bag, not really looking at Kitayama as he shoved things into his bag, and checked his phone, typing out a quick message before pocketing his phone, and perching on the arm of the couch, staring at Kitayama, who lay splayed out on the cushions.
“Doesnt matter, it was been always."
"Hardly.” Was Fuigaya's instant reply.
“We have been in a band for all these years.”
“Doesn't make me yours, Mitsu. That means I am just as much Watta’s, and you know how I love him.”
For some reason the happy lilt in Fujigaya’s voice, the way that he easily announced that he loved Watta was just too much for Kitayama.
“You aren’t Watta’s. And that isn’t the point. You are Kisumai’s. You shouldn't have half the agency confessing to you.”
“What does it matter? Sometimes it is nice to be wanted. And shown that people care. For someone real, not the fans. And I think-“ Fujigaya stopped as there was a knock on the door, and his face had a large smile on it as he stood up off of the couch, grabbing his bag as the door opened.
“Ah, was hopin’ you’d be ready.” Hashimoto stuck his head in, grinning widely, and Kitayama tensed, seeing a box in the others hands.
“Of course.”
“Good, this’s an important date.”
“Date?!” Kitayama shoved himself off the couch, staring at Hashimoto and Fujigaya in horror.
“Yup. Asked Taipi this mornin’ if he’d wanna go out tonight, like date, and he said yes. As long as I did it proper like, and so, here I am, with candies.”
Kitayama could see that Hashimoto was dressed more nicely than usual, and he was holding a present, but this was just too much.
“Sorry, but he will be unable to go out with you tonight.” Kitayama stalked towards the pair, and Hashimoto blinked at him with wide eyes.
“Why not?”
“He is busy.”
“I am?”
“Doing what?” Hashimoto and Fujugaya spoke at almost the same time, and Kitayama chose to answer Hashimoto, and he advanced towards Fujigaya.
“He will be busy doing me.”
“Huh?” Hashimoto asked, even as Kitayama grabbed Fujigaya by the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. He expected Fujigaya to fight him, to demand an explanation, but instead Fujigaya’s bag dropped to the floor, his arms wrapping more firmly around Kitayama.
He was vaguely aware of the door opening, but he broke the kiss in surprise when he heard Tsukada and Tamamori in the hallway.
“Finally, the last person on the list was Kame-senpai, and I really didn't want to actually have to call him.” Tamamori sounded relieved, and Tsukada and Hashimoto laughed.
“Taipi knew what he was doing. Have some faith. I really didn't think it would take HiroMitsu quite this long to actually act on it.” Totsuka’s voice was a soft chuckle, and it was Hashimoto’s words that really gave him pause.
“I didn’ wanna cancel my date with Tottsu, so ‘m glad it worked.”
“You?” Kitayama gaped up at Fujigaya who chuckled, and winked.
“Took you long enough.” Fujigaya scooped up his bag and sauntered to the door, making sure to add extra sass and sway to his gait. “I am still not convinced about this 'yours' thing. One kiss really isn’t that convincing. And some of those juniors were adorable. Oh, maybe Marius is free. Since Hasshi won’t ditch Tottsu for me.”
The twinkle in his eyes, and the smirk as she shut the door, leaving Kitayama alone in the room was enough to make his blood boil.
Maybe his statement to Hashimoto needed to be revised. Maybe, instead of Fujigaya doing Kitayama that night, he would just do him.
Title: Build that ass up
Pairing: FujigayaxYokoo
Warning for mild language and super mild Busaiku spoilers? Maybe??
“Biggest badass, more like biggest fatass.” Fujigaya scoffed, shaking his head at Kitayama’s boasting. “I mean, are you going to trust a random internet survey? That's ridiculous. I have seen the type of shit that is about us on the internet, and trust me, any internet survey that claims you are a badass is just wrong.”
“Maybe, but at least I have an ass. Remember, you are attractive up here….” Kitayama made a motion at his face and chest, before laughing. “But ugly back here.” He sauntered past Fujigaya, making sure to pat him on his non-existent ass on his way towards the door.
“You are such a ass-“ Fujigaya started, but trailed off as Kitayama started cackling.
“I would comment that you are what you eat but I-“
“Just stop, please. I don't need to hear about your freakish habits.” Fugijaya snapped, shoving at Kitayama until he was out of the room, the door closed firmly behind him. Leaving Fujigaya and the full-length mirror in peace.
He knew that he had no ass, but worst ass might be taking it a bit far. Maybe he should talk to the stylists about how to make a non-existent ass look good? Or consult some senpai. At least he had never had his pants fall down in a concert from jumping and hopping so much. On a DVD no less. Maybe there were special ass-accentuating exercises. Tsuka-chan would know, and for the sake of an ass that was more idol like, Fujigaya could suffer the humiliation of asking the other man about ass exercises.
*****
One week, several senpai lunch dates and phone calls later, Fujigaya had a list of recommended ass improving exercises and dietary recommendations. All of the food that women claimed went straight to their asses, he was supposed to eat, in moderation of course. He was an idol and had the rest of his figure to think about. And his complexion. Despite their anti-acne commercials he really didn't want to actually support that company. It was suggested that he do gluteal training exercises, and perhaps take up soccer, since skating apparently wasn't doing enough for his ass.
Though one senpai suggest that he just accept his body, and go with it, since he was doing well enough as is, and being non-endowed in the posterior wasn't the end of the world. But that was just silly.
Being ugly on the backside just wasn't allowable.
So he made a schedule. And a plan. Since getting a more becoming backside would require effort, and his schedule was busy. But he could shift meetings with kouhai around to suit his new exercise routine, and suggest dining with senpai at establishments that serves ass-enhancing foods and -
Fujigaya paused, the paper with his notes and his planner open on the table before him as a pair of arms, warm and strong wrapped around him.
“Hmm, so this is what you have been obsessing over. I wondered what was keeping you so distracted” A voice low and warm spoke in his ear, the arms tightening around him. “You know, I like the fact that you don't really have an ass. I mean, you are a man, and that's part of your appeal.” Lips places a kiss on his cheek, and along his jaw line, then on his neck, and Fujigaya’s eyes slipped closed, a smile playing at his lips, a chuckle vibrating low in his throat.
“Watta, does that mean you think Mitsu’s ass looks like a girl's?”
Yokoo didn't answer, but sharp fanged teeth nipped at his throat, breath warm against his neck and Fujigaya found that he didn't really mind so much what Watta may or may not think about anyone else's ass, especially as hands traced down his torso, and towards the fastenings of his pants, and when Yokoo spoke, his voice low and soft in his ear, his teeth sharp and biting against his skin, all Fujigaya could think of was Watta.
“Doesn't matter. Yours is my favorite.”
Title: Fun with Food
Pairing: FujigayaxKitayama
Warning for innuendo, inappropriate use of food, and Fujikita being trolls.
“Porn, they call that porn? That is just pictures of food.”
“Right, Nika, that is what it is called ‘food porn’. The pictures are supposed to make the food look enticing.” Senga snapped back, the pair of them huddled over his keitai, looking at pictures on the small screen. It was another random 'Senga English lesson time', after his jerk chicken j-web lesson he has been on a ‘hey, look what I learned’ kick. Though management forbid him from talking about food porn in his j-web. Not appropriate.
That did not, however, stop him from looking at food pictures on his phone, and arguing about what looked good, what didn't, and why it was a horrible idea to model food to look like human anatomy.
“Besides,” Nika commented with a huff, “How can food to pornographic? It is just food. And even if you do something with chocolate sauce, it’s not the sauce that's sexy. I just don't get it.”
“Food can totally be pornographic. You are missing the point.” Senga argued back. Their bickering continued even as the others entered the room, and Miyata got dragged into the conversation, as they asked his opinion on food and sex.
What everyone missed, however, was the look and the arched eyebrow that Kitayama shot Fujigaya, and the brief smile back. And the look of horror that passed along Tamamori’s face, which only grew worse as both Fujigaya and Kitayama shot him identical looks of innocence.
“Don’t worry, Tama.” Nika chimed in with a laugh, totally misunderstanding the reason for the look of horror. “Miyacchi isn’t telling us to many of your dirty bedroom secrets.”
~~~~~
Perhaps the others should have found is suspicious when they received an invitation from Fujigaya and Kitayama for dinner. But the two has been getting along much better these days, and everyone was convinced there was something going on between the two. And Yokoo seemed unconcerned. So it was probably legitimate. Tamamori tired his best to get out of it, but everyone else was going, so he had no choice. Besides, it was an izakaya, and those were always fun.
Except the longer dinner went on, the more everyone was glad that it was a party room. Comments were hissed between band members, though Tamamori mostly just whimpered, and Miyata watched with interest.
“Did Mitsu just use his tongue to lap at the sauce on the meat?”
“What is Gaya doing licking the mayo off his fingers like that? Does he have to swirl his tongue to much?”
“I have never seen anyone slurp a tomato like that.”
“Did he just moan around a sausage?”
There was dead silence when Kitayama offered Fujigaya the last piece of chicken off of his meat skewer, and other wrapping his lips around the piece of chicken, which was down near Kitayama’s fingers before sucking on it. His eyes were locked with Kitayama’s as the other slid the stick off of the meat, and the piece of chicken disappeared into Fujigaya’s mouth. After a moment his tongue darted out getting the last bits of sauce and juice that lingered on his lips.
“So good.” Fujigaya moaned happily, leaning back, and Kitayama just hmmed his agreement.
As much as the others hated to admit it, it was oddly attractive. Accompanied by the happy food moans, and entirely unnecessary slurping noises, anyone would be aroused. It was Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu after all. And the longer the evening went on, the worse it got. Until almost everyone at the table had a problem.
“Are you done yet?” Tamamori finally snapped, looking anywhere but at the other two front men.
“Done? Tama, that was only an introduction to food porn.” Kitayama drawled with a grin, laughing at the understanding that flashed across the other's faces. He stood up and moved to the door, Fujigaya following him. “We will see you later, we have some things to take care of at home. We have the bill, as promised. But remember, this was just the beginners level, Taisuke and I don't think that you are ready for the advanced course.”