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Title: The pursuit of perfection
Pairing: Yara/Goseki, Hasshi and Yamaryo appearances.
Rating: Pg
Summary: Every once in a while, someone will forget and go a little too far.
A/n: Because Hasshi is good at getting the senpai And Yara looks like the kind of person who is prone to possessiveness 8Db
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“I don’t like that Hashimoto kid,” says Yara darkly, hinging on a whine, but not quite. They’re on their way from Kabuki rehearsals, sans (for once) any enthusiastic kouhai and Goseki’s left hand is held very firmly in Yara’s right hand. Once in a while, Goseki will initiate a little swing, humming Vanilla, and letting their hands rock about till they loses momentum, and stop.
Goseki looks at Yara and gives a little smile. “I haven’t had him yet,” he says, “if it makes you feel any better.”
Yara snorts, although he frowns a little at Goseki’s clearly patronizing tone. “There are a good many other things to do besides that,” he sends Goseki a meaningful look, “I would know”.
Goseki grins, “You would,” he agrees peaceably, prompting Yara to add, “And who says I don’t like him because of you?”
Infuriatingly amicable, Goseki just squeezes Yara’s hand a little (and Yara squeezes back, despite himself), “Ma,” he says, “Anything you say, I guess.”
“But really,” Yara says, “I caught that kid with all the snowmen the other day. You don’t know where he’s been,” not bothering to hide the fact that his miffed. “You shouldn’t get too close to others- I mean Hashimoto.” Yara bites his tongue, because no, he isn’t jealous, just (justifiably) concerned.
“Hm,” says Goseki, voice a tad sharper this time, and not as agreeable as before, “It’s not like I’m entirely sure where you’ve been either,” He tells Yara, raising an eyebrow.
They walk on in silence.
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Yara’s house is devoid of any life. And of any food. He does have alcohol though, so it’s okay. Halfway into his second can of beer, Goseki puts his head in Yara’s lap and sighs; the lightweight. There isn’t anyone around in Yara’s apartment though, so Yara obliges and runs his fingers through Goseki’s (newly dyed) black hair, pushing his bangs off his face.
And it’s nice and comfortable for a while, Yara is on his third beer and the room is going a little swirly. Goseki’s eyes are shut, and they would have floated off to sleep in peaceful familiarity, only waking up ten minutes before rehearsals the next day.
However, just as Yara is about to drift off, Goseki opens his eyes and pokes Yara’s chest. “I need your other set of spare keys. I lost mine,” he says, “Oh, and I need that black shirt I left here the other time, Taipi wants to borrow it.”
And that’s how it all begins.
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Yamamoto Ryota flutters around during rehearsals next morning, even more so than usual. Yara sighs, it’s partly his fault, he supposes, because he shouldn’t have given Ryota his spare keys, even if Yamaryo had put on his puppy face and promised Yara all sorts of thank-you gifts. The black shirt, however, was completely not his fault; it had been sitting in his wardrobe for so long he’d thought it was his. And so, giving it, along with, coincidentally, Goseki’s blue socks and a bunch of other clothes to the kouhai is nothing he can be blamed for.
Also, he has a scratch next to his nose, because he might have called Goseki a girl and said something about having needs. But in his defense, Goseki brought up Hashimoto, and stuff and Yara had risen to the provocation. Yara grunts, because he had to sleep alone in his lifeless apartment and damn, it was cold without someone on his lap.
When Goseki comes in, he looks just about as grumpy as Yara is; which mollifies Yara a little. It doesn’t last long.
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“Ryosuke,” says Goseki, pointedly not looking at Yara, “Come here and massage my neck.” Naturally, Hasshi obeys, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm and wandering hands that Goseki does nothing to stop.
“Ryota,” Growls Yara, loud enough for Goseki to hear, “My nose hurts, kiss it all better?” And, with even more enthusiasm that Hashimoto, Yamaryo gladly obliges.
From where he’s sitting, Yara can see Goseki’s eyes narrow to slits at the challenge.
“Ryosuke,” Goseki says, “did you bring the stuff?”
Hashimoto beams and perches himself on Goseki’s lap (very cute, but not conducive to conversation since Goseki’s head reaches just where Hashimoto’s neck is), “course I did, “he says, “Tottsu says that protection is very important.”
Goseki smiles, bright and innocent, “Perfect. Keep a few in your pocket for later okay?”
Yara opens his mouth, all ready to take things up a step when the choreographer comes in. He snaps his mouth shut. Goseki grins at him; nosing at Hasshi’s conveniently placed neck and perhaps gloating a little when Yara has to look away and pretend to be immersed in dance.
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Yara soon finds that whatever he does, Goseki seems to be able to match with more ferocity than before. Hashimoto is also anything but subtle, really. Even moreso, perhaps, than Yamaryo who tries his very best to keep his admiration for Yara and Yara only. It isn’t easy though; Yara finds it hard to make dirty insinuations about Yamaryo when the boy in question is avoiding him, something he does whenever he succumbs to the power of Tackey’s persuasion or Kawai’s casual offers)
Hasshi, apparently, has no such qualms about who he’s doing stuff with and Goseki uses this to his advantage.
When Yara walks in on Hasshi and Goseki in the showers, doing stuff that is hinging on actual sex, he decides that it’s time to admit honorable defeat.
“Fine,” He says, “I’m sorry, I’ll never give Ryota anything ever again.”
Goseki raises an eyebrow from over Hasshi’s shoulder.”Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He says.
Yara sighs. “I promise to never give him anything that should belong to you.”
Goseki smiles, satisfied, and gives Hasshi’s shoulder a little push. “Go find Fumi,” he tells Hasshi with a wink, “he’s in stall six with Tackey-senpai”
Ever cheerful, Hasshi acquiesces and slips out; though not before leaning down to peck Goseki’s cheek. On the way out, he eyes Yara a little sulkily; almost like a kid who can’t get his favorite candy and has to watch another kid eating it. Goseki grins, “He gets jealous easily.”
Yara, still rather clothed, moves forward to grab Goseki (who has exactly nothing on) and growls, low in his ear, “That’s all he’s gonna get,” He says, a tad sulky himself, “Little brat.”
“Hm,” says Goseki, “Anything you say, I guess.”
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And thus it ends; thankfully without (serious) physical injury and with no great danger to whatever relationship they have in the first place. Yara supposes he should try figure it out; after all they’ll have to at some point. But Goseki is warm and soft on his lap, out cold after just one beer and Yara supposes any thinking can go shoot itself in the head, for now.
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I’m sorry for essentially ignoring how it’s impossible (in fic-land, at any rate) that Hasshi and Goseki-sama haven’t gotten it on, lol.
Also, um, again, I've reposted all my fic here (edgeoftheword ), so there isn't any need to panic and add sunscribble because the fic there is locked 8D
The fic here isn't locked, so you don't have to join but if you do want updates and stuff, feel free to join/watch
Pairing: Yara/Goseki, Hasshi and Yamaryo appearances.
Rating: Pg
Summary: Every once in a while, someone will forget and go a little too far.
A/n: Because Hasshi is good at getting the senpai And Yara looks like the kind of person who is prone to possessiveness 8Db
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“I don’t like that Hashimoto kid,” says Yara darkly, hinging on a whine, but not quite. They’re on their way from Kabuki rehearsals, sans (for once) any enthusiastic kouhai and Goseki’s left hand is held very firmly in Yara’s right hand. Once in a while, Goseki will initiate a little swing, humming Vanilla, and letting their hands rock about till they loses momentum, and stop.
Goseki looks at Yara and gives a little smile. “I haven’t had him yet,” he says, “if it makes you feel any better.”
Yara snorts, although he frowns a little at Goseki’s clearly patronizing tone. “There are a good many other things to do besides that,” he sends Goseki a meaningful look, “I would know”.
Goseki grins, “You would,” he agrees peaceably, prompting Yara to add, “And who says I don’t like him because of you?”
Infuriatingly amicable, Goseki just squeezes Yara’s hand a little (and Yara squeezes back, despite himself), “Ma,” he says, “Anything you say, I guess.”
“But really,” Yara says, “I caught that kid with all the snowmen the other day. You don’t know where he’s been,” not bothering to hide the fact that his miffed. “You shouldn’t get too close to others- I mean Hashimoto.” Yara bites his tongue, because no, he isn’t jealous, just (justifiably) concerned.
“Hm,” says Goseki, voice a tad sharper this time, and not as agreeable as before, “It’s not like I’m entirely sure where you’ve been either,” He tells Yara, raising an eyebrow.
They walk on in silence.
-
Yara’s house is devoid of any life. And of any food. He does have alcohol though, so it’s okay. Halfway into his second can of beer, Goseki puts his head in Yara’s lap and sighs; the lightweight. There isn’t anyone around in Yara’s apartment though, so Yara obliges and runs his fingers through Goseki’s (newly dyed) black hair, pushing his bangs off his face.
And it’s nice and comfortable for a while, Yara is on his third beer and the room is going a little swirly. Goseki’s eyes are shut, and they would have floated off to sleep in peaceful familiarity, only waking up ten minutes before rehearsals the next day.
However, just as Yara is about to drift off, Goseki opens his eyes and pokes Yara’s chest. “I need your other set of spare keys. I lost mine,” he says, “Oh, and I need that black shirt I left here the other time, Taipi wants to borrow it.”
And that’s how it all begins.
-
Yamamoto Ryota flutters around during rehearsals next morning, even more so than usual. Yara sighs, it’s partly his fault, he supposes, because he shouldn’t have given Ryota his spare keys, even if Yamaryo had put on his puppy face and promised Yara all sorts of thank-you gifts. The black shirt, however, was completely not his fault; it had been sitting in his wardrobe for so long he’d thought it was his. And so, giving it, along with, coincidentally, Goseki’s blue socks and a bunch of other clothes to the kouhai is nothing he can be blamed for.
Also, he has a scratch next to his nose, because he might have called Goseki a girl and said something about having needs. But in his defense, Goseki brought up Hashimoto, and stuff and Yara had risen to the provocation. Yara grunts, because he had to sleep alone in his lifeless apartment and damn, it was cold without someone on his lap.
When Goseki comes in, he looks just about as grumpy as Yara is; which mollifies Yara a little. It doesn’t last long.
-
“Ryosuke,” says Goseki, pointedly not looking at Yara, “Come here and massage my neck.” Naturally, Hasshi obeys, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm and wandering hands that Goseki does nothing to stop.
“Ryota,” Growls Yara, loud enough for Goseki to hear, “My nose hurts, kiss it all better?” And, with even more enthusiasm that Hashimoto, Yamaryo gladly obliges.
From where he’s sitting, Yara can see Goseki’s eyes narrow to slits at the challenge.
“Ryosuke,” Goseki says, “did you bring the stuff?”
Hashimoto beams and perches himself on Goseki’s lap (very cute, but not conducive to conversation since Goseki’s head reaches just where Hashimoto’s neck is), “course I did, “he says, “Tottsu says that protection is very important.”
Goseki smiles, bright and innocent, “Perfect. Keep a few in your pocket for later okay?”
Yara opens his mouth, all ready to take things up a step when the choreographer comes in. He snaps his mouth shut. Goseki grins at him; nosing at Hasshi’s conveniently placed neck and perhaps gloating a little when Yara has to look away and pretend to be immersed in dance.
-
Yara soon finds that whatever he does, Goseki seems to be able to match with more ferocity than before. Hashimoto is also anything but subtle, really. Even moreso, perhaps, than Yamaryo who tries his very best to keep his admiration for Yara and Yara only. It isn’t easy though; Yara finds it hard to make dirty insinuations about Yamaryo when the boy in question is avoiding him, something he does whenever he succumbs to the power of Tackey’s persuasion or Kawai’s casual offers)
Hasshi, apparently, has no such qualms about who he’s doing stuff with and Goseki uses this to his advantage.
When Yara walks in on Hasshi and Goseki in the showers, doing stuff that is hinging on actual sex, he decides that it’s time to admit honorable defeat.
“Fine,” He says, “I’m sorry, I’ll never give Ryota anything ever again.”
Goseki raises an eyebrow from over Hasshi’s shoulder.”Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He says.
Yara sighs. “I promise to never give him anything that should belong to you.”
Goseki smiles, satisfied, and gives Hasshi’s shoulder a little push. “Go find Fumi,” he tells Hasshi with a wink, “he’s in stall six with Tackey-senpai”
Ever cheerful, Hasshi acquiesces and slips out; though not before leaning down to peck Goseki’s cheek. On the way out, he eyes Yara a little sulkily; almost like a kid who can’t get his favorite candy and has to watch another kid eating it. Goseki grins, “He gets jealous easily.”
Yara, still rather clothed, moves forward to grab Goseki (who has exactly nothing on) and growls, low in his ear, “That’s all he’s gonna get,” He says, a tad sulky himself, “Little brat.”
“Hm,” says Goseki, “Anything you say, I guess.”
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And thus it ends; thankfully without (serious) physical injury and with no great danger to whatever relationship they have in the first place. Yara supposes he should try figure it out; after all they’ll have to at some point. But Goseki is warm and soft on his lap, out cold after just one beer and Yara supposes any thinking can go shoot itself in the head, for now.
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I’m sorry for essentially ignoring how it’s impossible (in fic-land, at any rate) that Hasshi and Goseki-sama haven’t gotten it on, lol.
Also, um, again, I've reposted all my fic here (edgeoftheword ), so there isn't any need to panic and add sunscribble because the fic there is locked 8D
The fic here isn't locked, so you don't have to join but if you do want updates and stuff, feel free to join/watch