RyoShige do Thunderdome
Title: RyoShige do Thunderdome
Pairing: Ryo/Shige, brief mentions of NewS and K8
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, cursing, buttsex, gay, exhibitionism… you know. The usual.
Word Count: 2,125
Summary: AU. Laser tag porn! Need I say more?
Notes: Written for yey_yey for je_fqfest. (Clearly, yey_yey, we were meant to be together... That's three in a row.) Thunderdome references are for the movie Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome which is a must-watch movie for sheer post-apocalyptic awesome ridiculousness. Thank you to beltenebra who made this all possible and to my beta imifumei. Originally posted here.
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Every third Saturday of the month the Osaka and Tokyo boys would meet at the Thunderdome for a heated laser tag battle, losers buy winners lunch. They'd practically grown up in the Thunderdome, and what used to be a full-on community battle had dwindled until it was just the two teams left, Aunty Entity (Osaka - "Why are we Aunty?" "Because she's awesome. Shut up.") and Dr. Dealgood (Tokyo - "…" "Just let it be, Shige."), a bunch of twenty-somethings with better things to do, but they all agreed that it was a great opportunity to let off steam and have some fun. Their numbers were odd, 7 and 6, and Yamapi had demanded that Ryo play for both teams, alternating every other month to make things fair.
"Why me?" Ryo had whined, and Pi had stared at him incredulously.
"Because you're my best friend. And you're in Tokyo most the time anyway."
In the end Yamapi had to promise him his autographed baseball and a backrub, but Ryo gave in.
Ryo would never tell anyone, but he actually really enjoyed being the middle man. It always kept him on his toes because the two teams played so differently and he had to constantly remember which team he was on. It was challenging, and Ryo loved a challenge.
Shige wasn't a challenge - the man could barely hit a stationary target, let alone a moving one, especially as the game reached its ending and Shige approached the end of his stamina. But he liked giving him a hard time. It was just so satisfying. That and he was really hot when he was irritated.
“The fuck, Ryo,” Shige ground out as another hit registered on his back. “Get off my ass.” His breathing was starting to speed up even though they were only five minutes into the game, Ryo’s toying with him raising his heartbeat. He took a left and then a right.
“Ha,” Ryo scoffed from somewhere behind and to the left of him. “You only wish I were on your ass.”
“That’s it,” Shige yelled and turned, firing off a shot and getting Ryo in the chest, the surprised look on Ryo’s face making Shige smirk as he rushed right up into Ryo’s personal space and shoved him against the wall. “You think you’re so tough, shorty?”
“You little shit,” Ryo growled and twisted in Shige’s grip until he was free and reversed their positions. “I’d think you’d have figured out by now which of us is stronger,” he whispered in Shige’s ear before crashing their lips together and ignoring Shige’s muffled yelp.
Shige fought him at first, pulling back with a muttered curse, but Ryo twisted fingers in his hair and yanked him back down for more, spit-slick lips sliding together when Shige finally gave in, but not without biting down on Ryo’s lower lip just hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang flooding Ryo’s mouth and making him snarl. It was all tongues and teeth, sucking and biting and fucking hot, Ryo thought, pulling back just enough to finally breathe, registering Shige’s mussed hair and dark eyes in the dim glow.
“Hey, you two,” Hina called out, “no grappling,” and Shige’s arm came up as if in a haze and shot Hina in the shoulder, just catching the edge of his lighted vest. “Damnit!” Hina yelled and spun around the corner.
Then, as if just realizing who he was pressed against, Shige went to bring his gun up between them, only to find Ryo’s muzzle already touching his chest and a feral grin on his face.
“Bang,” Ryo said. “Guess this makes you my prisoner of war.”
“As if,” Shige replied but found himself whirled around and shoved forward onto a block in front of him, catching himself on his elbows and gasping when Ryo’s fingers trailed lightly along the exposed strip of skin of his back just above his pants.
Shige didn’t move a muscle as Ryo dragged his fingers around Shige’s hip to stop just above Shige’s fly and then dip lower, grabbing his cock through his jeans and Shige swallowed a moan.
“You like that?” Ryo asked. “I bet you want me to fuck you right here where anyone could see you.”
“Nnnn-no?”
“That didn’t sound very convincing, Shige. You’ll have to do better than that,” he purred. He felt Shige’s body tense up as he prepared to try a more convincing negation and, just when he started to speak, Ryo squeezed again and Shige’s voice came out mangled and Ryo laughed. “You must want it then,” he said, and snapped the button of Shige’s jeans one-handed, lowering the fly before reaching in to touch Shige, flesh-to-flesh, and Shige’s head dropped. “Do you want it?” he asked quietly, stroking Shige slowly.
“Y-yes.”
“I couldn’t hear you, what?” He squeezed a bit on the upstroke.
“Yes! Fuck, yes. God. You asshole.”
Then Ryo let go to undo his own pants and rummage in his pocket to pull out two packets. Shige turned to look over his shoulder at Ryo with raised eyebrows as he ripped the lube open with his teeth.
He was yanking Shige’s pants down past his ass when Shige asked dryly, “Did you plan this?” But Ryo was on to him - he hadn’t missed the slight breathlessness in Shige’s voice.
“Does it matter?” he asked.
“No, I just wanted to know how many STDs the condom will be saving me from.”
“Fucker,” Ryo muttered, somehow managing to get a decent amount of the lube on his fingers and shoving two in roughly, causing Shige to hiss and complain. “Shut up. If you didn’t like it rough you wouldn’t keep taunting me.”
Shige was silent for several moments as he rocked back against Ryo’s fingers, and Ryo grinned. “It’s not often I can actually get you to shut up,” he said, and pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Shige’s pants, ignoring the indignant gasp. He opened the condom and rolled it on, quite awkwardly what with how he was still holding his gun. “Now let’s see if I can’t get you going again,” a touch of laughter in his voice that shifted to warning. “This might burn.” And then he was pushing in slowly, Shige hissing through clenched teeth at the intrusion, and Ryo petted his lower back, just below the vest. “Relax.” He worked himself in and out slowly, waiting for Shige to adjust.
But Shige was having none of it, pushing back harshly against Ryo after just a couple strokes and damn if that didn't get Ryo hot under the collar. “You relax,” Shige grunted, raising his gun and aiming at a crouched figure that was duck-walking sneakily toward them.
Ryo hadn’t even seen the lights and he marveled as they went out at Shige’s first shot. “Wow, Shige. It’s kind of sad… that you… have to be getting… fucked… to actually… hit something,” he said with a grin.
“Nn. Don’t… mock me while you’re… fucking me, jackass.”
Ryo laughed and gripped Shige’s hip, resting his gun on Shige’s back and trying to keep an eye out for approaching lights which got harder with every stroke. Shige was tight and hot and soft around him, and making the most maddening noises and Ryo just wanted to drop the gun and fuck him into the floor. He was brought back to his senses by Yamapi’s voice.
“Agh! Shige, was that you?! Whose team are you ON?”
Ryo snickered.
"I just want you to know… that this is… really uncomfortable. This thing chafes," Shige said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Quit your bitching," Ryo huffed, but wrapped his arm holding the gun around Shige's waist to lift him up a bit.
Another set of lights went out just as they came around the corner and he heard Ohkura's whine. "Nice shot," he grunted.
“Six minutes,” Shige panted out.
“Way to put on the pressure,” Ryo muttered. “Usually people want it to last longer.”
“Not. Unless you want… the lights to come up… with us like this.”
“I’d bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
“Shut up and come already,” Shige growled.
“You first,” Ryo said. “Cover me,” and moved his free hand to wrap around Shige’s erection, unwrapping his arm from around Shige's waist and laying the gun flat on Shige’s back and using it as leverage, pressing Shige harshly against the block. Shige looked ridiculous, Ryo thought, with that stupid vest and his pants half-down, and… the way his back curved, ass in the air… damn. Ryo's hands were shaking from the building pressure and he might have gripped him little too hard, but he didn’t hear Shige complaining - his voice was muffled by his arm, but clearly there weren’t any words coming out of his mouth. Ryo felt a moment of smugness just before Shige came over his fingers with a muted cry and dropped to his chest to hold the gun in both trembling hands. He wiped his hand on the inside of Shige’s shirt and the smugness was back when Shige didn’t even complain - he must just be that good. He brought his hand back to Shige’s hip and let himself go, driving into Shige over and over again, the muffled grunts and sound of skin-against-skin just barely audible over the music driving him to the edge and finally over as he tensed against Shige, pressing all the way in and holding as his orgasm finished, then rocking gently a couple times before pulling out.
They were silent as they tidied themselves up, Shige handing Ryo a crumpled tissue and wrinkling his nose when Ryo put the used condom in it and shoved it in his pocket but not saying anything. One minute left. Ryo smacked Shige on the ass and smirked.
He was caught completely off guard when Shige turned around and barreled into him, pressing him back against the wall with a forearm to Ryo’s chest and Ryo struggled but found he just couldn’t get away. Shige brought his gun up, grinning evilly and shot Ryo in the chest just before the lights went up. “Next time,” he whispered in Ryo’s ear, causing him to shiver, “it’s your turn,” and left Ryo gasping with the dawning realization of just who might actually be the mastermind here.
Damn tall people and their… tallness. They just had better leverage. But that was okay, short people had advantages too. He’d show Shige he was boss. Probably.
"Wow, Shige," Tegoshi breathed, eyeing the scoreboard. "You did awesome today! What got into you?"
Ryo snickered.
"Nothing much," Shige said with a sniff, glancing back with a smirk and winking, that bastard.
Ryo was still thinking of the way it had felt with Shige in control when he walked out, oblivious to the conversation of his teammates around him.
“Ryo smells like sex,” Ohkura said suspiciously, and everyone leaned in to sniff him.
“I bet it was Shige,” Yasu said with a grin. “Ryo likes a good fight. Gets him going.”
“Or it could be the bedroom eyes Ryo’s been making at him for the last six months that tipped you off,” Hina said, rolling his eyes. “If I’d known what they were doing when I first saw them, I might have hidden myself better,” he ended with a wink.
Maruyama waved his hand in front of Ryo’s eyes. “Hello?”
Ryo glared at him. “What?”
The rest of the team giggled and someone said something about MasterBlaster but Ryo ignored them. He was already planning his next attack.
-Omake-
The two teams stood milling around, waiting for the game before them to finish. Ryo and Shige stood next to each other, though not touching or talking. They were on the same team today, and Ryo was trying to figure out if that would make it harder or easier. He was busy doing some last-minute mental revision when a short man with soft, shaggy brown hair, a wide jaw, and a sly smile came strolling up to them. His nametag read "Takki" and Ryo looked up at his face with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say," he began, smile growing wider, "that I really enjoy your tactics, and look forward to watching you play again today."
Ryo's jaw dropped and he felt Shige stiffen beside him, and the man wandered away after a wink.
But later, when Shige found Ryo and cornered him, Ryo was certain that the kiss was a little more desperate this time, Shige's arms a little more shaky with anticipation.
Of all the people, he thought, I just had to end up with the closet exhibitionist. He forgot all about Takki, though, when Shige leaned over him to whisper into his ear as he worked his way into Ryo's pants, "I hope you're a better shot when you're getting fucked."
Game on.
Pairing: Ryo/Shige, brief mentions of NewS and K8
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, cursing, buttsex, gay, exhibitionism… you know. The usual.
Word Count: 2,125
Summary: AU. Laser tag porn! Need I say more?
Notes: Written for yey_yey for je_fqfest. (Clearly, yey_yey, we were meant to be together... That's three in a row.) Thunderdome references are for the movie Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome which is a must-watch movie for sheer post-apocalyptic awesome ridiculousness. Thank you to beltenebra who made this all possible and to my beta imifumei. Originally posted here.
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Every third Saturday of the month the Osaka and Tokyo boys would meet at the Thunderdome for a heated laser tag battle, losers buy winners lunch. They'd practically grown up in the Thunderdome, and what used to be a full-on community battle had dwindled until it was just the two teams left, Aunty Entity (Osaka - "Why are we Aunty?" "Because she's awesome. Shut up.") and Dr. Dealgood (Tokyo - "…" "Just let it be, Shige."), a bunch of twenty-somethings with better things to do, but they all agreed that it was a great opportunity to let off steam and have some fun. Their numbers were odd, 7 and 6, and Yamapi had demanded that Ryo play for both teams, alternating every other month to make things fair.
"Why me?" Ryo had whined, and Pi had stared at him incredulously.
"Because you're my best friend. And you're in Tokyo most the time anyway."
In the end Yamapi had to promise him his autographed baseball and a backrub, but Ryo gave in.
Ryo would never tell anyone, but he actually really enjoyed being the middle man. It always kept him on his toes because the two teams played so differently and he had to constantly remember which team he was on. It was challenging, and Ryo loved a challenge.
Shige wasn't a challenge - the man could barely hit a stationary target, let alone a moving one, especially as the game reached its ending and Shige approached the end of his stamina. But he liked giving him a hard time. It was just so satisfying. That and he was really hot when he was irritated.
“The fuck, Ryo,” Shige ground out as another hit registered on his back. “Get off my ass.” His breathing was starting to speed up even though they were only five minutes into the game, Ryo’s toying with him raising his heartbeat. He took a left and then a right.
“Ha,” Ryo scoffed from somewhere behind and to the left of him. “You only wish I were on your ass.”
“That’s it,” Shige yelled and turned, firing off a shot and getting Ryo in the chest, the surprised look on Ryo’s face making Shige smirk as he rushed right up into Ryo’s personal space and shoved him against the wall. “You think you’re so tough, shorty?”
“You little shit,” Ryo growled and twisted in Shige’s grip until he was free and reversed their positions. “I’d think you’d have figured out by now which of us is stronger,” he whispered in Shige’s ear before crashing their lips together and ignoring Shige’s muffled yelp.
Shige fought him at first, pulling back with a muttered curse, but Ryo twisted fingers in his hair and yanked him back down for more, spit-slick lips sliding together when Shige finally gave in, but not without biting down on Ryo’s lower lip just hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang flooding Ryo’s mouth and making him snarl. It was all tongues and teeth, sucking and biting and fucking hot, Ryo thought, pulling back just enough to finally breathe, registering Shige’s mussed hair and dark eyes in the dim glow.
“Hey, you two,” Hina called out, “no grappling,” and Shige’s arm came up as if in a haze and shot Hina in the shoulder, just catching the edge of his lighted vest. “Damnit!” Hina yelled and spun around the corner.
Then, as if just realizing who he was pressed against, Shige went to bring his gun up between them, only to find Ryo’s muzzle already touching his chest and a feral grin on his face.
“Bang,” Ryo said. “Guess this makes you my prisoner of war.”
“As if,” Shige replied but found himself whirled around and shoved forward onto a block in front of him, catching himself on his elbows and gasping when Ryo’s fingers trailed lightly along the exposed strip of skin of his back just above his pants.
Shige didn’t move a muscle as Ryo dragged his fingers around Shige’s hip to stop just above Shige’s fly and then dip lower, grabbing his cock through his jeans and Shige swallowed a moan.
“You like that?” Ryo asked. “I bet you want me to fuck you right here where anyone could see you.”
“Nnnn-no?”
“That didn’t sound very convincing, Shige. You’ll have to do better than that,” he purred. He felt Shige’s body tense up as he prepared to try a more convincing negation and, just when he started to speak, Ryo squeezed again and Shige’s voice came out mangled and Ryo laughed. “You must want it then,” he said, and snapped the button of Shige’s jeans one-handed, lowering the fly before reaching in to touch Shige, flesh-to-flesh, and Shige’s head dropped. “Do you want it?” he asked quietly, stroking Shige slowly.
“Y-yes.”
“I couldn’t hear you, what?” He squeezed a bit on the upstroke.
“Yes! Fuck, yes. God. You asshole.”
Then Ryo let go to undo his own pants and rummage in his pocket to pull out two packets. Shige turned to look over his shoulder at Ryo with raised eyebrows as he ripped the lube open with his teeth.
He was yanking Shige’s pants down past his ass when Shige asked dryly, “Did you plan this?” But Ryo was on to him - he hadn’t missed the slight breathlessness in Shige’s voice.
“Does it matter?” he asked.
“No, I just wanted to know how many STDs the condom will be saving me from.”
“Fucker,” Ryo muttered, somehow managing to get a decent amount of the lube on his fingers and shoving two in roughly, causing Shige to hiss and complain. “Shut up. If you didn’t like it rough you wouldn’t keep taunting me.”
Shige was silent for several moments as he rocked back against Ryo’s fingers, and Ryo grinned. “It’s not often I can actually get you to shut up,” he said, and pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Shige’s pants, ignoring the indignant gasp. He opened the condom and rolled it on, quite awkwardly what with how he was still holding his gun. “Now let’s see if I can’t get you going again,” a touch of laughter in his voice that shifted to warning. “This might burn.” And then he was pushing in slowly, Shige hissing through clenched teeth at the intrusion, and Ryo petted his lower back, just below the vest. “Relax.” He worked himself in and out slowly, waiting for Shige to adjust.
But Shige was having none of it, pushing back harshly against Ryo after just a couple strokes and damn if that didn't get Ryo hot under the collar. “You relax,” Shige grunted, raising his gun and aiming at a crouched figure that was duck-walking sneakily toward them.
Ryo hadn’t even seen the lights and he marveled as they went out at Shige’s first shot. “Wow, Shige. It’s kind of sad… that you… have to be getting… fucked… to actually… hit something,” he said with a grin.
“Nn. Don’t… mock me while you’re… fucking me, jackass.”
Ryo laughed and gripped Shige’s hip, resting his gun on Shige’s back and trying to keep an eye out for approaching lights which got harder with every stroke. Shige was tight and hot and soft around him, and making the most maddening noises and Ryo just wanted to drop the gun and fuck him into the floor. He was brought back to his senses by Yamapi’s voice.
“Agh! Shige, was that you?! Whose team are you ON?”
Ryo snickered.
"I just want you to know… that this is… really uncomfortable. This thing chafes," Shige said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Quit your bitching," Ryo huffed, but wrapped his arm holding the gun around Shige's waist to lift him up a bit.
Another set of lights went out just as they came around the corner and he heard Ohkura's whine. "Nice shot," he grunted.
“Six minutes,” Shige panted out.
“Way to put on the pressure,” Ryo muttered. “Usually people want it to last longer.”
“Not. Unless you want… the lights to come up… with us like this.”
“I’d bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
“Shut up and come already,” Shige growled.
“You first,” Ryo said. “Cover me,” and moved his free hand to wrap around Shige’s erection, unwrapping his arm from around Shige's waist and laying the gun flat on Shige’s back and using it as leverage, pressing Shige harshly against the block. Shige looked ridiculous, Ryo thought, with that stupid vest and his pants half-down, and… the way his back curved, ass in the air… damn. Ryo's hands were shaking from the building pressure and he might have gripped him little too hard, but he didn’t hear Shige complaining - his voice was muffled by his arm, but clearly there weren’t any words coming out of his mouth. Ryo felt a moment of smugness just before Shige came over his fingers with a muted cry and dropped to his chest to hold the gun in both trembling hands. He wiped his hand on the inside of Shige’s shirt and the smugness was back when Shige didn’t even complain - he must just be that good. He brought his hand back to Shige’s hip and let himself go, driving into Shige over and over again, the muffled grunts and sound of skin-against-skin just barely audible over the music driving him to the edge and finally over as he tensed against Shige, pressing all the way in and holding as his orgasm finished, then rocking gently a couple times before pulling out.
They were silent as they tidied themselves up, Shige handing Ryo a crumpled tissue and wrinkling his nose when Ryo put the used condom in it and shoved it in his pocket but not saying anything. One minute left. Ryo smacked Shige on the ass and smirked.
He was caught completely off guard when Shige turned around and barreled into him, pressing him back against the wall with a forearm to Ryo’s chest and Ryo struggled but found he just couldn’t get away. Shige brought his gun up, grinning evilly and shot Ryo in the chest just before the lights went up. “Next time,” he whispered in Ryo’s ear, causing him to shiver, “it’s your turn,” and left Ryo gasping with the dawning realization of just who might actually be the mastermind here.
Damn tall people and their… tallness. They just had better leverage. But that was okay, short people had advantages too. He’d show Shige he was boss. Probably.
"Wow, Shige," Tegoshi breathed, eyeing the scoreboard. "You did awesome today! What got into you?"
Ryo snickered.
"Nothing much," Shige said with a sniff, glancing back with a smirk and winking, that bastard.
Ryo was still thinking of the way it had felt with Shige in control when he walked out, oblivious to the conversation of his teammates around him.
“Ryo smells like sex,” Ohkura said suspiciously, and everyone leaned in to sniff him.
“I bet it was Shige,” Yasu said with a grin. “Ryo likes a good fight. Gets him going.”
“Or it could be the bedroom eyes Ryo’s been making at him for the last six months that tipped you off,” Hina said, rolling his eyes. “If I’d known what they were doing when I first saw them, I might have hidden myself better,” he ended with a wink.
Maruyama waved his hand in front of Ryo’s eyes. “Hello?”
Ryo glared at him. “What?”
The rest of the team giggled and someone said something about MasterBlaster but Ryo ignored them. He was already planning his next attack.
-Omake-
The two teams stood milling around, waiting for the game before them to finish. Ryo and Shige stood next to each other, though not touching or talking. They were on the same team today, and Ryo was trying to figure out if that would make it harder or easier. He was busy doing some last-minute mental revision when a short man with soft, shaggy brown hair, a wide jaw, and a sly smile came strolling up to them. His nametag read "Takki" and Ryo looked up at his face with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say," he began, smile growing wider, "that I really enjoy your tactics, and look forward to watching you play again today."
Ryo's jaw dropped and he felt Shige stiffen beside him, and the man wandered away after a wink.
But later, when Shige found Ryo and cornered him, Ryo was certain that the kiss was a little more desperate this time, Shige's arms a little more shaky with anticipation.
Of all the people, he thought, I just had to end up with the closet exhibitionist. He forgot all about Takki, though, when Shige leaned over him to whisper into his ear as he worked his way into Ryo's pants, "I hope you're a better shot when you're getting fucked."
Game on.