[One shot] Omiai. Part 1/2.

[geminib]

Title: Omiai
Author: geminib
Beta: tsuchi8562
Banner: tsuchi8562
Pairing:   MatsuMiya
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No, these guys are not mine...
Summary: "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill". Francis Bacon, 1625.



Part 1

A loud noise woke him up.

He sat on the futon, rubbing the eyes and yawned. Probably his mother dropped one of her cooking pots in the kitchen. It was still dark outside, he knew it despite the closed windows and the curtains. The watch on the wall showed 04:30.

"Damn!" He won't be able to sleep again tonight. Not that he cared, he wasn't going to work tomorrow. Or a day after tomorrow, or any other day after that. He even won't leave his room, just to the toilet and maybe a quick shower, when his mother was out. She bought his supplies, usually an instant ramen, canned food and snacks. Sometimes he accepted her cooking, which she left for him in front of his door before going to work. For the past three years, his room was his anchor, the safest place, where he can stay hidden from the world.

In the beginning, his mother used to hit the door, as trying to wake him up from the state he was in, shouting that he'd rather die instead of turning into a living mummy, shutting himself from the world. Her screams became pleas with time and she used to cry in front of his closed door, asking him to go out, to talk to her. For the past months, he could hear her breathing outside, when she was leaning on the door in a complete silence, just listening to him. There were times, when he leaned against the door in his room, feeling the exact spot, where her body touched the wooden surface on the other side, hearing her unsteady breathing, knowing that she is crying in silence. He felt the smooth door's surface then, sliding his hand, bagging her in his thoughts to forgive him.

It started three years ago, when he was a college student. He was bright and popular. It was when he met his first love, a foreigner. The one who taught him to love, accept himself and stop living in a shame. The same guy, who disappeared one night, never coming back. He returned to his country just like that without saying goodbye, without leaving any address or contact details. It was the start of his disappointment and depression. Soon, he left the university and when he couldn't stand his mother's blaming and criticizing gaze, he shut himself in the room, his laptop became his only friend since then.

Disturbed by the silence in the house, he approached closer to the door in a complete darkness. Nothing… it was very strange, because he clearly heard a noise. He was woken up by this loud unexplained and weird sound. His hand grabbed
the doorknob, but let go. He was scared, unable to go out like this, without knowing if his mother was there… waiting for him.

He leaned on the door and slid down to the floor. He couldn't remember how long he was sitting there in the dark, feeling the sweat under his armpits, his forehead and his back, but unable to get up on his paralyzed with fear legs.

The ringing sound woke him up. The phone kept ringing, but no one picked it up. It was unusual, because his mother used to be in the house at this hour. His t-shirt smelled bad from the sweat, his mouth was dry and he desperately needed to go to the toilet, but he wanted to be sure that he was alone. Slowly, he turned the key and opened a crack, listening carefully.

Silence… the house was empty and the phone kept ringing.

He opened the door a little and peeked outside. Nobody was there, hiding in the corners, waiting for him to step out of his room just to lecture about his way of living, about him being disgrace to his family and a burden. He is just an annoying bump, a lazy and ungrateful homosexual son. The one that better be dead than living with a man. His family was ashamed, the neighbors probably gossip behind his mother's back. Only if she knew… only if she knew what were his thoughts for these long three years, being locked in his room…

The house was still quiet and he decided to step out. Carefully, placing one bare foot after another on the cool polished wooden floor, he made his way into a living room. His mother wasn't there. Slowly, walking on his fingertips, ready to escape back to his shelter, he approached his mother's bedroom. The door wasn't locked and he sneaked inside, to find that it was also empty. The closet was wide open. There was nothing inside. It was empty.

A thief? When he recovered from the shock, he returned to the living room and turned towards the kitchen. Thank god, everything was still there…

"Idiot!" He said loudly. "What thief would take plates and canned food?"

Where was his mother? Panicked, he rushed to check the rest of the house. Maybe she was hurt by the thief and the sound he heard at night was her, falling on the floor?

No… The house was empty. He turned back to his room, trying to understand if it's still a dream, when he saw the letter. It was lying on the floor inside his room. Maybe his mother pushed it under the door.

"Dear Kazunari, I am writing this letter with teary eyes, but I have no other choice. Maybe this is one the most difficult things in my life. We can't live like this any longer and this is the only way I could think about to help you to recover. Because you won't go out, I decided that I will. Starting this morning, you will have to live on your own, to search for work and meet people. I realized that your way of living can't be cured, that's why I am going to live with your older brother's family in Hawaii. You can stay in this house and continue with your life, as you want to live it. I left you some money in your account, for the start. Plus I hired someone to cook and clean for you, the person will contact you in a few days. I know that you will get along. Love, Mom".

He read it again and again in disbelief. Finally, his mother couldn't stand this situation and run away from the shame of being a mother to a gay hikikomori son. What the fuck he supposed to do and how will he live by himself from now on? He locked the door behind and sat on the bed.

Of course, he laughed to himself, he will have to get rid of this habit starting this morning, there was nothing to hide from anyway.

***

Kazu stood in front of his door, holding a garbage bag, nervously stepping from one foot to another. No… he can't go out, alone, leaving the empty house behind. He can't do it and besides he was thirsty. Dropping the garbage on the floor, he went to the empty kitchen and checked the fridge. There was no beer. He had to drink something to clear his mind. He returned to the hallway and took a deep breath. Then he picked up the garbage, and turned the doorknob with a shaking hand.

He was outside. The street was empty. The evening breeze cooled his face and dried the sweat from his forehead. He threw the garbage and turned around the corner to the closest store, when he bumped in a tall man, who walked quickly in the opposite direction, holding a suitcase. Kazu lost his balance and fell on his butt.

"Sorry!" The man kneeled beside and reached his hand to help him, but he stood on his own, ignoring the hand. There is no way for him to touch people, especially strangers on the street.

"It's okay. Sorry." Kazu pulled his baseball cap to cover his eyes and went straight to the store to buy food and beer. He needed to fill the fridge until he will be able to go out again. These trips were too dangerous for him. Bumping like that into people was his worse dream.

***

He turned the key and pushed the door. As soon as he was inside, he knew something wasn't right. The lights in the kitchen were on. He clearly remembered turning them off before going out.

"Mom?" There was no answer, but someone was there. He took his shoes off and picked his old baseball bat from the hallway closet. Slowly, step by step Kazu walked towards the kitchen.

Someone was standing with his back to him near the stove. Cooking?! A black hair fell on the person's shoulders. But it wasn't his mother. It wasn't a woman either, no woman could have that broad back and a nice ass. He was taller and his muscles were very noticeable through his shirt and pants. Kazu tried to think rapidly. There was no possible logical reason for a thief or a murderer to cook while breaking into someone's home. He decided to check this.

"Hey!" His grip on the bat tightened.

The person turned to face him, "Oh! Hello!" A friendly smile appeared on his pretty face which surprised the bat holder a bit.

The potential thief was wearing his mother's yellow apron and while drying his hands with a towel, made a step toward him. But stopped seeing a baseball bat in Kazu's hands.

"Who are you?" The shorter guy tried to hold the bat higher, in order to look more threatening.

"My name is Matsumoto. I think we've met outside. I am your new housekeeper. Nice to meet you!"

Hearing these words, Kazu lowered the bat on him.

***

"What happened?" The man on the floor opened his eyes and slowly looked around. "My head hurts. I need water."

"You are in my house and naturally it hurts." The short black haired man took a bottle from the fridge and pour in a glass.

"What the hell am I doing here?" He mumbled under his nose.

Kazunari turned to face the man, "This is something I should ask."

"What the fuck? How can I drink like this?" the man tried to move the hands, but realized that they were tied behind his back. He raised his questioning eyes.

"Precautions." Kazu brought the glass to the man's lips. Some drops fell down his chin through the neck, staining the shirt.

Kazu felt uneasy and turned his gaze away.

"Enough." He put the glass on the table.

The man looked around and focused on the baseball bat. "Of course! I remember! You are Ninomiya Kazunari!"

"How do you know my name? Are you a thief?"

"Why would I make a dinner then? Are you nuts?!"

"Then who are you?" Kazu was confused.

"I am Jun. Your new housekeeper! Your mother hired me to watch after you."

"You are lying! There is no way my mother would let a stranger man enter this house to clean!"

The man in front of him looked around like searching for something, "There! You can take the contract from the pocket of my jacket!"

Then, while reading the contract made by his mother and this guy Matsumoto, he remembered her letter to him, saying that there will be someone cooking and cleaning. He came closer, to cut the rope.

"I am sorry, but I don't need a house keeper. Please go away. You can take the money."

"Sorry, I can't do this. Your mom's request. Anyway I have no place to stay." Jun smirked and rubbed his wrists.

"What?" He realized that the guy wanted to live in his house. "There is no way you'll live here!"

"It's in the contract." Jun pointed at the paper, which was still on the table.

"How stupid you are? I can't let a stranger man living with me! My mom asked you to? Was she threatened?" Kazu thought he was going crazy.

"Well… she just asked me to look after you. That you may need my help."

"Who are you anyway? Why would I need your help?"

"I am a bartender, she used to visit my bar a lot for the past two years, so you can say we are close friends. Here!" Kazu took the business card and read it before putting it in his pocket.

"But… but you look my age! What happened between you two?"

"Nothing, she was just very lonely and asked me to help her, that's all. We spent many hours together for the past two years, talking."

Matsumoto stood up and rubbed his forehead, "Your hit is great. We should play together one day."

"You bastard!" Kazu threw himself on the man in front of him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "You tricked my mother and took her money, now you expect me to let you go on with this? Get out of my house!" He was furious.

"I think you don't understand. I will be living here, taking care of you, even if you don't like it, you little brat! I believe that I am the only one who wants to do it right now." The taller man pushed him away with a smile and that smile ignited more anger in the man in front of him.

"You look like a homeless. A good bath could make you more attractive."

"You…. You…" Kazu lost the ability of speech, suddenly realizing that there is no choice. He looked at the man in front of him under the black locks of hair. "Don't expect me to cooperate with your plots, you…"

The annoying man took his suitcase and turned to the shocked Kazunari, "Where do I sleep?"

"Suit yourself!" Kazu slammed the door and locked himself in his room. Again. He had no other choice, but to continue with his way of living, shutting himself from this unfair world.

***

The knock on the door woke him up.

"I made you a breakfast. You can come out, I'll be late today." The intruder's steps faded in the house, the sound of the
closing door.

"Idiot!" He opened his eyes and sat on the bed. The ritual repeated for the past two weeks. Every morning his so called
"housekeeper" made him his breakfast, which remained untouched. He had plenty of canned food and instant ramen in his
room and as long as his consoles and the laptop worked, he was okay with it. The same was with the dinner. He avoided that strange man, although the smell of his food, especially the melon pan made him craving for it.

He opened the plate's cover. There were two fried eggs with fresh baby tomatoes and cooked green soy beans on the plate.
A fresh melon pan's scent filled his nostrils and he just grabbed it, stuffing in his mouth. Just then he remembered how much he missed melon pan. The plate's contents went to the garbage. There is no way he'll eat that shit!

***

Kazu woke up in the middle of the night. He couldn't sleep. Maybe he should stop eating instant ramen for a while. He attached his ear to the door. Silence. Matsumoto guy wasn't there. Maybe he was still out in his bar or sleeping. The house was quiet and safe for him to be in. Carefully, he opened the door and sneaked into the corridor towards the kitchen. He needed a drink. Something strong, to make him sleep well tonight. He took the beer from the fridge and gulped the cold drink.
After the second can, he went to the toilet.

Kazu flashed the water, washed his hands and was on his way back. The door to his mother's room wasn't closed and he peeked in. The intruder lived there now. No one was in, so he decided to check it. Matsumoto's stuff was carefully placed in the closet. Very neat, arranged by the colors and very bright. His shiny accessories were arranged in the drawers, silver rings, hats and scarves. Elegant coats, an expensive perfume, plus a huge amount of shoes and coats. This guy wasn't such a bad roommate. And he was also cute… In different circumstances he might even like him…

"What the hell am I thinking?" Kazu closed the closet and turned the doorknob, when he heard footsteps from the corridor.

"Fuck! He is in!" Hurry! Hectically searching around for a place to hide, he rolled under the bed in the last minute.

He will go out, as soon as Matsumoto will go to the bathroom. But Jun wasn't alone. Kazu saw two pair of feet. He guessed that the bastard was wearing the smooth pants with brown and white socks.

The other person wore stone washed loose pair of jeans, which probably saw better days.

"Come on, be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone!" His housekeeper whispered and according to the sound, was pressed by the other one to the closet.

"But Jun, I just wanted to be with you again, like in the old days. It's been two years already, since..." The other person was a whining guy… who wanted to be with that bastard! In his house, damn it! In his mother's room?! "

"And we were together, sweetie. We spent the whole evening together, dinner, sauna, what else?"

"I want to make love to you now!" Now that was more than he could bear, holding his mouth, chocking the surprise cry, he tried to be as quiet as he could.

"Jin, this is not my house."

"Exactly!", Kazu thought.

"I don't care! I just spent two hours naked with you in the public bath full of other men, dying to touch you! I need to feel you! I don't believe you can restrain with your sex appetite for all these fucking years, you of all people!"

"I don't think that all of them…" Jun stopped talking and according to the sound, he was just shut up by that whining horny loose jeans' owner.

A white t-shirt landed on the floor in front of his wide open eyes, followed by a pair of jeans."Come on, Jun... just this last time, for the sake of the old days..."

"You still don't like wearing underwear?" A beige buttoned shirt followed it and then between the kissing sounds and moans, he saw the brown pants sliding on the floor and two bodies heavily landing above him, the bed's springs almost hitting his head.

He tried to crawl out, but then, when he was about to, a pair of underwear landed on his face, forcing him to back under the bed again.

"Now let me undress you" He heard a hoarse voice, It belonged to that Jun bastard.

Socks were added to the pile of clothes and a sound of a smack followed.

"I love when you spank me!" The Jin guy said. Somehow his voice annoyed Kazu terribly.

Yack! Kazu just wanted to go out. For the past three years he was locked in his room, his laptop was his only connection to the outside world. He was hurt, ashamed because he was gay and now… out of all that could happen to him, he was stuck with an intruder in his house. A gay intruder… who was fucking some guy above his head… This was more than annoying. He had nowhere to go, the two men above were definitely having sex and getting out of his hiding place was impossible at this moment. God! He will have to witness the whole fucking scene! But somehow he couldn't find it amusing at all…

"Faster!" This was the guy's called "Jin"' voice. Sucking sounds came from above and he felt that his own pants tightening on him.

"You love this, bitch!" A smack sound, then something clicked, followed by a loud moan and another one… soon the room filled with them. The bed moved above him forcefully, hitting the wall.

"Too much noise, come down!" Jun whispered and two pair of naked legs stepped on the floor. He could see them through the huge full length mirror, placed on the wall in front of him.

A man, so this is Jin placed his palms on the closet, leaning closer, emphasizing his ass.

His brownish long silky hair perfectly framed his beautifully shaped face, when he threw his head back, closing the eyes.

Behind him, Jun placed a condom on his erection, put out the lube and poured a little on his fingers. He rubbed his hand between Jin's parted legs and on his covered erection and slowly pushed inside. Comparing to Jin's soft beauty, Jun looked dark and dangerous in Kazu's eyes and somehow it turned him on even more.

Kazu's hand found a way to his own member, which was already leaking and pumped in the same tempo.

This was quick. The moans, the sight of their sweaty bodies moving against each other, making heavenly sound… the smell of sex… He couldn't hold it long and ejaculated in his hand.

Slowing down, but still caressing his cock, he opened his eyes and looked at the couple, racing to their own peak, his eyes landed on Jun's face. The man was leaning over Jin's back, pumping his partner's hard member. His eyes were wide open, he bit his lower lip, showing white teeth and while thrusting inside his lover, Jun came with a loud scream… looking directly back into Kazu's eyes.

Part 2/2