Alone
Title: Alone
Pairing: One-sided KoyaShige, a little Massu/Shige
Rating: PG-15 to R? Near-rape scenario and dirty jokes. You decide.
Words: 2k
Summary: There’s a new guy in town and Koyama wants in his pants. I’M SORRY, I SUCK AT SUMMARY. No really though … Shige the bartender? Same ‘verse as When Stripping Just Doesn’t Pay the Bills. For fairy_illusions because she's read everything but the ending and stayed with me through it, lol. Will edit at some point...really.
Ryo’s sneer was eloquent enough but he still felt the need to voice his opinion in question form. “What’s this ass doing here?”
Koyama gasped, scandalized. “Ryo! Be nice!” The new young man’s jaw dropped and he glared. He’d barely been here five minutes and already one of his coworkers had decided he was an ass. Koyama watched the man furrow his brow and open his mouth but whatever he was going to say was lost to Ohkura’s lazy drawl.
“Leave the kid alone, Ryo-chan. It’s not his fault Uchi left.” Ryo’s scowl was impressive and Koyama instinctively stepped away from the short man. Ohkura never was afraid to call him to task; it was something Koyama was still a bit hesitant to do with Ryo despite the fact that they had sex at least twice a month.
“Besides, I’m tired of working all of my shifts alone,” Yokoyama chimed in. “It’s hard work mixing drinks and getting groped by double the clients.”
Their new coworker looked slightly horrified. “How do they even reach?”
Their boss flopped a hand in the air. “Enough. Kato Shigeaki,” he pointed at the young man, “is going to take over Uchi’s shifts at the bar. And this is Masuda Takahisa, our new bouncer.” Everyone sort of gaped at the other man they’d overlooked. He looked fit, sure, but he was smiling brightly enough to light up the entire bar and the only word Koyama could fit with him was ‘sweet.’ He wasn’t sure the man would actually do any good as a bouncer (and from the shocked looks everyone else wore, they agreed) but, well, he wasn’t the boss, he guessed. Kato and Masuda bowed together, asking everyone to please take care of them. Ryo just turned on his heel and stalked to the back. Koyama was torn between following him and staying to talk to the new guys so he ended up standing and wringing his hands until the newbies were taken off by their respective trainers.
When he got back to the dressing room, Ryo was growling at Ohkura who had draped himself across the tiny man and smiled placatingly. “It’s not like you can’t still see him, Ryo. Don’t be such a bitch.” Ryo’s eye started twitching and he shoved Ohkura off.
“It’s not that. I can just tell this new guy is an idiot.”
“He’ll be fine. You just stick to the poles and it won’t even matter, will it?” Ohkura smirked. Koyama sighed.
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After a week things were going well enough. People weren’t too sure what to think of a bouncer who exuded sunshine and rainbows as he denied them entrance or dragged them away from a stripper. And the new bartender tended to drop things as often as not but he had a charming smile and a quick wit and his dry, self-deprecating humor kept the patrons coming back for more. On nights Kato and Yokoyama worked together, they had their own little crowd going at the bar. Koyama had to admit it was pretty funny watching the bawdy Yokoyama make Shige blush and he couldn’t blame the clients for wanting to watch either, catcalling their appreciation.
Koyama had a hard time keeping his own eyes off the kid. He often found himself showing up a little early for some of his shifts to sit at the bar and talk to Kato before opening. He was in college and had just moved here because he could no longer handle the two hour commute from his family home. He was majoring in law. He was terribly fascinating. Koyama never knew what hit him.
“In-work relationships are no good,” he told his reflection in his bathroom mirror. “You’re a stripper. And you sleep with people for money. That’s it.” He wished he didn’t look so defeated when he said it.
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Koyama had danced his way over to the bar, stopping with a wink to let an older man slip some bills into the waistband of his pants. “Oi, Shige! I’m sure you jack off like everyone else, so how come you can’t grip a damn bottle?” Yokoyama yelled good-naturedly as he watched the man fumble the bottle of scotch. Kato flushed to the tip of his ears. The men at the bar hooted and whistled. “Or should I help you work on it? I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance.” He waggled his eyebrows and smirked indecently. Kato dropped a shotglass. The crowd roared.
The club was finally closed for the night and Koyama walked to the front to say goodnight before he left. Kato was cleaning up behind the bar and the tall man leaned casually on the counter. “I’d tell you not to let it get to you but I think you get better tips with all the blushing you do.”
“I think you’re right,” Kato said with a smile. Koyama’s stomach fluttered a bit and he found his lips about to form a request he’d promised he wouldn’t make when his attention was drawn to Masuda sitting patiently at one of the seats at the end of the counter. “Still here?” he asked, both irritated at and glad of the man’s presence.
The man smiled pleasantly. “I don’t want Kato to walk out alone. Someone might snatch him.”
Kato sputtered in indignation, something about being able to take care of himself, but Koyama saw the blush. And frowned.
Koyama straightened up. “Well,” he said slowly, “good night.”
Masuda walked him to the door and watched him to his car.
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After that, Koyama took care to watch Masuda and Shige. There were no lingering touches, no secretive looks, but he was sure there was something he was missing.
“If you want a threesome with them, you should just ask, you know,” Jin whispered as he ground against Koyama between the tables. “Though Kato’s probably got something permanently shoved up his ass so that might complicate things.” Koyama reached out and tweaked the other man’s nipple hard but Jin only moaned loudly.
He refrained from asking for a threesome, or even a twosome but instead spent more time talking to Kato and just getting to know him. The bartender never mentioned a boyfriend but then the subject never came up either. Koyama couldn’t help feeling that despite the age difference, they were more than compatible and played off each other well. When he went home he was having a harder and harder time telling himself it would never work out.
He was walking to the supermarket when it happened. He had just turned a corner to come almost face to face with Masuda whose fingers were entangled with Kato’s. Masuda’s recognizing smile was sunny and Kato’s was a little embarrassed but he didn’t let go of Masuda’s hand. Koyama couldn’t seem to raise his eyes from their joined hands, only slowly looking up when Kato said his name questioningly.
“Koyama?”
“F-fancy meeting you here,” he said with a forced smile. He’d known it.
“Do you live around here?” Masuda asked.
“Oh, yeah, just a block away, actually. You?”
Masuda nodded cheerily. “Yep, we live about two blocks more. I’m surprised we haven’t run into you before now! Do you want to come over for lunch?” He hefted the bag in his free hand. “I’m making katsudon. If you’re not busy.”
He hadn’t missed the “we” and Koyama weighed the possibilities for a moment then smiled. “Sure. I was just going to pick up something to make anyway.”
It wasn’t as good as gaining a boyfriend but he fell easily into friendship with the lovers and it was almost perfect.
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Koyama stayed a few extra minutes to straighten the dressing room and he hummed happily as he filled a box with some accessories and random belongings he’d been meaning to take home. He was thinking about Kato and Masuda and their plans for tomorrow to see a movie and he wondered idly if they would let him pay. The club was still open but the others on his shift had already left so he slipped out the back door alone. Leaving alone was absolutely discouraged but they did it all the time. No one was really worried about it. He got to his car and pulled his keys out of his pockets, balancing the box awkwardly on his hip as he did so. When he finally got them out he ended up fumbling them in the half-light of the parking lot and they fell to the ground. Cursing softly, he put the box on top of his car and then bent down to pick up his keys.
As he straightened he was suddenly shoved face-first into the door of his car and his arms were pulled up painfully behind his back, his keys dropping from suddenly numb fingers. He shouted at the pain and struggled against it but shrieked and fell utterly still when his captor twisted an arm sharply and leaned against him. There was heavy breathing in his ear and he whimpered quietly while his mind raced uselessly to figure out what to do. “Don’t struggle. I know you want this.” The man’s voice was a low murmur in his ear that he could barely make out over the blood rushing through him. Koyama yelled a couple times but each time his arm was twisted ruthlessly farther until he sobbed quietly in pain and leaned his exhausted body against the car, tears coursing down his cheeks.
After a quiet pause, the man took both Koyama’s wrists in one hand and reached around to fumble with Koyama’s belt and Koyama could feel his legs trembling. “I’ve watched you dance, you slut. You’ve been begging for this.” His voice caught thickly in his throat as he tried to cry NononnonononononoIdon'twantit but it just came out as a low, scared moan. He was walked on wobbly legs around to the trunk of his car and bent over it unceremoniously. The man finally managed to get Koyama’s pants undone and he was trying to pull them down over his hips, mumbling obscene things the whole time, when he was bodily yanked away from Koyama who let out a garbled yell when his tired arms were wrenched back with the man. He began struggling anew and managed to free his wrists. When he turned, falling back against his trunk, he was stunned by the sight of Masuda reaching back to slug a man he’d seen in the club before. The man stumbled back from the impact and Masuda grabbed his shirt collar. “Koyama-kun?” Masuda began, without looking at him, “do you want to press charges?”
Koyama’s breaths were still coming quick and he shook his head with wide eyes before uttering a breathy “no.”
“Fine.” Then he shook the man hard, his smile anything but sunny and Koyama never ever wanted to see him smile like that again. “If I ever see you around here again, you’ll be sorry.” Then he shoved the man away from him with a grunt and watched the would-be rapist take off like a shot. Masuda turned to Koyama and put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” And he pressed gentle fingers to Koyama’s face, turning it.
“N-no,” he choked out. “I mean, yes, my shoulders hurt but I’m okay.”
Masuda walked him around to the driver’s side door and bent down to pick up Koyama’s keys. He handed them to the tall stripper wordlessly. Koyama closed his eyes and leaned his back against his car. “Are you okay?” Masuda asked again, quietly. And then Koyama started sobbing. Masuda blinked at him before moving to stand beside him and nudging Koyama’s shoulder carefully with his own. “Um. Do you need a hug?” he asked, uncomfortable. The sobs turned to choked laughs and Koyama shook his head. “Thank you,” he said thickly. Masuda carefully placed an arm around his shoulders anyway.
They stood together for a few minutes as Koyama pieced together his frayed nerves and waited for his arms to stop feeling like rubber. When he felt he was okay to drive, he put a hand on Massu’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he said again. Masuda just nodded and let Koyama open the car door and fold himself into the driver’s seat. Koyama rolled his window down and shut the door. “I was wrong,” he told Masuda with a tremulous smile. “You make a great bouncer.” Massu, for his part, didn’t even look confused at this seeming non sequitur and his answering smile was blinding.
Pairing: One-sided KoyaShige, a little Massu/Shige
Rating: PG-15 to R? Near-rape scenario and dirty jokes. You decide.
Words: 2k
Summary: There’s a new guy in town and Koyama wants in his pants. I’M SORRY, I SUCK AT SUMMARY. No really though … Shige the bartender? Same ‘verse as When Stripping Just Doesn’t Pay the Bills. For fairy_illusions because she's read everything but the ending and stayed with me through it, lol. Will edit at some point...really.
Ryo’s sneer was eloquent enough but he still felt the need to voice his opinion in question form. “What’s this ass doing here?”
Koyama gasped, scandalized. “Ryo! Be nice!” The new young man’s jaw dropped and he glared. He’d barely been here five minutes and already one of his coworkers had decided he was an ass. Koyama watched the man furrow his brow and open his mouth but whatever he was going to say was lost to Ohkura’s lazy drawl.
“Leave the kid alone, Ryo-chan. It’s not his fault Uchi left.” Ryo’s scowl was impressive and Koyama instinctively stepped away from the short man. Ohkura never was afraid to call him to task; it was something Koyama was still a bit hesitant to do with Ryo despite the fact that they had sex at least twice a month.
“Besides, I’m tired of working all of my shifts alone,” Yokoyama chimed in. “It’s hard work mixing drinks and getting groped by double the clients.”
Their new coworker looked slightly horrified. “How do they even reach?”
Their boss flopped a hand in the air. “Enough. Kato Shigeaki,” he pointed at the young man, “is going to take over Uchi’s shifts at the bar. And this is Masuda Takahisa, our new bouncer.” Everyone sort of gaped at the other man they’d overlooked. He looked fit, sure, but he was smiling brightly enough to light up the entire bar and the only word Koyama could fit with him was ‘sweet.’ He wasn’t sure the man would actually do any good as a bouncer (and from the shocked looks everyone else wore, they agreed) but, well, he wasn’t the boss, he guessed. Kato and Masuda bowed together, asking everyone to please take care of them. Ryo just turned on his heel and stalked to the back. Koyama was torn between following him and staying to talk to the new guys so he ended up standing and wringing his hands until the newbies were taken off by their respective trainers.
When he got back to the dressing room, Ryo was growling at Ohkura who had draped himself across the tiny man and smiled placatingly. “It’s not like you can’t still see him, Ryo. Don’t be such a bitch.” Ryo’s eye started twitching and he shoved Ohkura off.
“It’s not that. I can just tell this new guy is an idiot.”
“He’ll be fine. You just stick to the poles and it won’t even matter, will it?” Ohkura smirked. Koyama sighed.
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After a week things were going well enough. People weren’t too sure what to think of a bouncer who exuded sunshine and rainbows as he denied them entrance or dragged them away from a stripper. And the new bartender tended to drop things as often as not but he had a charming smile and a quick wit and his dry, self-deprecating humor kept the patrons coming back for more. On nights Kato and Yokoyama worked together, they had their own little crowd going at the bar. Koyama had to admit it was pretty funny watching the bawdy Yokoyama make Shige blush and he couldn’t blame the clients for wanting to watch either, catcalling their appreciation.
Koyama had a hard time keeping his own eyes off the kid. He often found himself showing up a little early for some of his shifts to sit at the bar and talk to Kato before opening. He was in college and had just moved here because he could no longer handle the two hour commute from his family home. He was majoring in law. He was terribly fascinating. Koyama never knew what hit him.
“In-work relationships are no good,” he told his reflection in his bathroom mirror. “You’re a stripper. And you sleep with people for money. That’s it.” He wished he didn’t look so defeated when he said it.
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Koyama had danced his way over to the bar, stopping with a wink to let an older man slip some bills into the waistband of his pants. “Oi, Shige! I’m sure you jack off like everyone else, so how come you can’t grip a damn bottle?” Yokoyama yelled good-naturedly as he watched the man fumble the bottle of scotch. Kato flushed to the tip of his ears. The men at the bar hooted and whistled. “Or should I help you work on it? I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance.” He waggled his eyebrows and smirked indecently. Kato dropped a shotglass. The crowd roared.
The club was finally closed for the night and Koyama walked to the front to say goodnight before he left. Kato was cleaning up behind the bar and the tall man leaned casually on the counter. “I’d tell you not to let it get to you but I think you get better tips with all the blushing you do.”
“I think you’re right,” Kato said with a smile. Koyama’s stomach fluttered a bit and he found his lips about to form a request he’d promised he wouldn’t make when his attention was drawn to Masuda sitting patiently at one of the seats at the end of the counter. “Still here?” he asked, both irritated at and glad of the man’s presence.
The man smiled pleasantly. “I don’t want Kato to walk out alone. Someone might snatch him.”
Kato sputtered in indignation, something about being able to take care of himself, but Koyama saw the blush. And frowned.
Koyama straightened up. “Well,” he said slowly, “good night.”
Masuda walked him to the door and watched him to his car.
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After that, Koyama took care to watch Masuda and Shige. There were no lingering touches, no secretive looks, but he was sure there was something he was missing.
“If you want a threesome with them, you should just ask, you know,” Jin whispered as he ground against Koyama between the tables. “Though Kato’s probably got something permanently shoved up his ass so that might complicate things.” Koyama reached out and tweaked the other man’s nipple hard but Jin only moaned loudly.
He refrained from asking for a threesome, or even a twosome but instead spent more time talking to Kato and just getting to know him. The bartender never mentioned a boyfriend but then the subject never came up either. Koyama couldn’t help feeling that despite the age difference, they were more than compatible and played off each other well. When he went home he was having a harder and harder time telling himself it would never work out.
He was walking to the supermarket when it happened. He had just turned a corner to come almost face to face with Masuda whose fingers were entangled with Kato’s. Masuda’s recognizing smile was sunny and Kato’s was a little embarrassed but he didn’t let go of Masuda’s hand. Koyama couldn’t seem to raise his eyes from their joined hands, only slowly looking up when Kato said his name questioningly.
“Koyama?”
“F-fancy meeting you here,” he said with a forced smile. He’d known it.
“Do you live around here?” Masuda asked.
“Oh, yeah, just a block away, actually. You?”
Masuda nodded cheerily. “Yep, we live about two blocks more. I’m surprised we haven’t run into you before now! Do you want to come over for lunch?” He hefted the bag in his free hand. “I’m making katsudon. If you’re not busy.”
He hadn’t missed the “we” and Koyama weighed the possibilities for a moment then smiled. “Sure. I was just going to pick up something to make anyway.”
It wasn’t as good as gaining a boyfriend but he fell easily into friendship with the lovers and it was almost perfect.
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Koyama stayed a few extra minutes to straighten the dressing room and he hummed happily as he filled a box with some accessories and random belongings he’d been meaning to take home. He was thinking about Kato and Masuda and their plans for tomorrow to see a movie and he wondered idly if they would let him pay. The club was still open but the others on his shift had already left so he slipped out the back door alone. Leaving alone was absolutely discouraged but they did it all the time. No one was really worried about it. He got to his car and pulled his keys out of his pockets, balancing the box awkwardly on his hip as he did so. When he finally got them out he ended up fumbling them in the half-light of the parking lot and they fell to the ground. Cursing softly, he put the box on top of his car and then bent down to pick up his keys.
As he straightened he was suddenly shoved face-first into the door of his car and his arms were pulled up painfully behind his back, his keys dropping from suddenly numb fingers. He shouted at the pain and struggled against it but shrieked and fell utterly still when his captor twisted an arm sharply and leaned against him. There was heavy breathing in his ear and he whimpered quietly while his mind raced uselessly to figure out what to do. “Don’t struggle. I know you want this.” The man’s voice was a low murmur in his ear that he could barely make out over the blood rushing through him. Koyama yelled a couple times but each time his arm was twisted ruthlessly farther until he sobbed quietly in pain and leaned his exhausted body against the car, tears coursing down his cheeks.
After a quiet pause, the man took both Koyama’s wrists in one hand and reached around to fumble with Koyama’s belt and Koyama could feel his legs trembling. “I’ve watched you dance, you slut. You’ve been begging for this.” His voice caught thickly in his throat as he tried to cry NononnonononononoIdon'twantit but it just came out as a low, scared moan. He was walked on wobbly legs around to the trunk of his car and bent over it unceremoniously. The man finally managed to get Koyama’s pants undone and he was trying to pull them down over his hips, mumbling obscene things the whole time, when he was bodily yanked away from Koyama who let out a garbled yell when his tired arms were wrenched back with the man. He began struggling anew and managed to free his wrists. When he turned, falling back against his trunk, he was stunned by the sight of Masuda reaching back to slug a man he’d seen in the club before. The man stumbled back from the impact and Masuda grabbed his shirt collar. “Koyama-kun?” Masuda began, without looking at him, “do you want to press charges?”
Koyama’s breaths were still coming quick and he shook his head with wide eyes before uttering a breathy “no.”
“Fine.” Then he shook the man hard, his smile anything but sunny and Koyama never ever wanted to see him smile like that again. “If I ever see you around here again, you’ll be sorry.” Then he shoved the man away from him with a grunt and watched the would-be rapist take off like a shot. Masuda turned to Koyama and put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” And he pressed gentle fingers to Koyama’s face, turning it.
“N-no,” he choked out. “I mean, yes, my shoulders hurt but I’m okay.”
Masuda walked him around to the driver’s side door and bent down to pick up Koyama’s keys. He handed them to the tall stripper wordlessly. Koyama closed his eyes and leaned his back against his car. “Are you okay?” Masuda asked again, quietly. And then Koyama started sobbing. Masuda blinked at him before moving to stand beside him and nudging Koyama’s shoulder carefully with his own. “Um. Do you need a hug?” he asked, uncomfortable. The sobs turned to choked laughs and Koyama shook his head. “Thank you,” he said thickly. Masuda carefully placed an arm around his shoulders anyway.
They stood together for a few minutes as Koyama pieced together his frayed nerves and waited for his arms to stop feeling like rubber. When he felt he was okay to drive, he put a hand on Massu’s shoulder. “Thank you,” he said again. Masuda just nodded and let Koyama open the car door and fold himself into the driver’s seat. Koyama rolled his window down and shut the door. “I was wrong,” he told Masuda with a tremulous smile. “You make a great bouncer.” Massu, for his part, didn’t even look confused at this seeming non sequitur and his answering smile was blinding.