Distorted Daytime, Ch. 4/4
Title: Distorted Daytime
Chapters: 4/4
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Psychological Drama (somewhat), Angst, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: MxM Sex, Language, Character Death? (varies per interpretation)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Reita
Synopsis: He was Distorted Daytime’s highest paid agent, the most expensive agent in the business. His client was a company executive. A powerful woman. The target: her husband. Akira Suzuki.
Comments: Requested by kapoha. It's finally done! I really have nothing else to say but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH to everyone who read this. Here is the last part. It was such a great experience writing this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapters: { One } { Two } { Three }
Click.
Her fingers gently stroked the purring creature on her lap while she browsed through her camera’s bank of photographs. Her mind dove into a sea of memories upon her seeing photos of friends. Of various scenery. Of her husband.
The man should be back any moment now, she thought.
She enjoyed the sights at every stop of her train of thought. All at once she felt the warm sunlight of the seaside and the cool breeze of autumn-colored mountains. She continued traveling through music-filled and cherry blossom scented memories. She heard her friends’ laughter and screams of utter amusement, and she listened to her husband whisper sweet nothings.
Smiling, she took a breath when she arrived at the last stop, the last batch of pictures. Tokyo at night was always pretty; the neon lights were so beautiful.
Just like the two men she photographed.
What a waste, she thought. The blond one seemed like a sweetheart. It saddened her a little that he was about to be broken down. Then she looked at the other man in the photo and smiled sadly. She wasn’t too worried about him; he was already shattered beyond repair.
Click.
Aoi locked the door behind him. He would have smirked if his lips weren’t pressed hard against the target’s as they walked blindly around the hotel room, their bodies feeling around for the bed. Akira’s tongue brushed against his, taking away the night’s chill from his system, filling his mouth with the faint taste of green tea and the strong taste of longing.
The agent clutched Akira’s back and pulled him closer. This feeling of being wanted was all he had going right now.
Finding the bed didn’t take too long, and soon enough, Akira found himself lying underneath Aoi, their lips still locked together. Fading, fading, the world went when his fingers began their work on the buttons of Aoi’s shirt. He couldn’t remember anytime a kiss felt this enthralling. Aoi’s soft moan vibrated against his lips as he slid a hand over Aoi’s chest, once more feeling his heartbeat, but this time against bare skin. The skin Akira so badly wanted to feel more of.
He breathed at the feeling of Aoi’s fingers popping open the buttons of his shirt. It was either Aoi read his mind, or that Aoi wanted this as gravely as he did.
Aoi pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, only to find even more of his breath leaving him. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the sight of Akira’s unclothed torso, solid yet so delicate-looking under dim light. It also could have been at how the velvet shadows accented Akira’s expression while the teacher began undoing Aoi’s pants.
With his hands moving on their own, Akira doubted his mind would resume regular operations tonight. It broke down all over again when Aoi set his body on top of his. His breath left him as the raven-haired man buried his face in the crook of his neck. The man then held him close and whispered to him.
“I can’t do this.”
Uncertainty filled the air. Confusion washed over Akira. He didn’t feel hurt so much as to surprise at yet again being pushed away. Akira had a myriad of questions rushing through his head.
Aoi, on the other hand, had just about enough guilt as he could take.
“I’m not who you think I am, Akira.”
The agent lifted himself off the target and got on his feet. He kept his head bowed and remorse coated all over him. If his accomplice successfully got the evidence, this job was well over and done with a few minutes ago. The damage had been dealt, and it was substantial enough to end this assignment. He decided to drop the act, knowing the only thing he can save now is the target’s dignity, and that he himself had nothing else to lose.
Nothing. Just everything he was to Akira.
“I am an agent for a breaker-upper company. I was sent to lure you into an affair,” he told the teacher in a shaky voice. “I…it was your wife who hired us to get evidence incriminating enough for her to use as grounds for a divorce.”
Akira peeled his back off the sheets and sat up. An unnatural cold found its way in his chest and as shock took over him while he listened to Aoi talk. He had always known that his wife was unsatisfied with their marriage, and he fully understood the reason why; the fact that she wanted a divorce wasn’t a surprise. But he couldn’t believe that Aoi was deceiving him. More importantly, he couldn’t believe it was Aoi’s job to do so. He stared blankly at the raven-haired agent, head down, silently in penitence.
I’ve done plenty of deceiving myself.
Aoi never had to do this. After he finished destroying his targets, he often just vanished without a trace. He didn’t even have to move out of town. Escaping the ire of humiliated targets was so easy because all he needed to do was assume a totally different identity. All he had to do was hide behind another name, another face, and another life.
I’ve learned to believe my own lies.
“I can’t do this to you, Akira,” he choked, fear smearing his voice. He had never failed a job, and he always disappeared before he ever had to deal with any sort confrontation. He had never, ever been rejected. This would be the first time, and he was afraid. “I can’t bear to hurt you anymore.”
They’re so intricate that many times, I get lost in them.
He closed his eyes as he gathered the last of his courage. If he was going to have his heart broken, he wanted Akira to be the first to do it.
“I love you.”
Silence.
Then a sharp breath.
Aoi’s breath escaped him in clumps while Akira touched his cheek, consoling him. Ignoring the fear clouding over him, he slowly lifted his head, heart wrenching at the sight of the teacher smiling at him, as if welcoming him home from a long, exhausting journey. He felt a quick rhythm drum in his chest when the man pulled him down, closer to him, and lightly pressed his forehead against his own.
He almost cried as Akira spoke. “Have you found yourself now?”
Aoi closed his eyes once more, letting Akira’s touch and his kind voice sooth him. In silent prayer, he lowered his head and rested it on Akira’s shoulder. Akira looked towards the ceiling upon feeling Aoi’s breath against his skin. He caressed Aoi’s nape, quietly uttering his own prayers.
Both men prayed in contrition. Aoi prayed for forgiveness for his trespasses, for all the suffering he caused so many people. Akira wordlessly apologized for his deception to his wife and to himself. But more than that, they both prayed in gratitude. For finding each other.
“I love you too.”
They kissed again, and the lights in Aoi’s mind flickered as his mind reeled. This was his first kiss, the first one that meant anything. Waves of euphoria came rushing to him and crushed his defenses. He no longer needed to keep his guard up; he no longer needed to hide from anyone. Not from Akira. Not from himself.
Akira’s heart raced while Aoi pushed him back onto the bed, lowering him once more in an ocean of sheets. Uneven breaths left him at the feeling of Aoi’s lips traveling down to his throat, sending sparks all over his body with every kiss, every soft, teasing touch. Just when Akira thought his mind was back in business, it went out of commission again as he watched Aoi work on removing the rest of his clothing.
And when Aoi saw Akira completely naked beneath him, smiling in the small, scattered light, he knew that this man possessed everything he had and everything he was.
Akira’s fingers scrambled to undo Aoi’s pants. Once more Aoi seemingly knew exactly what the blond wanted and assisted him, lowering his face onto Akira’s for more hungry kisses while he removed his last bit of garment. He hissed when the blond latched his lips on his collarbone and nipped on the flesh. At the same time his hands wandered in Aoi’s hair. At the same time he slowly spread his legs for Aoi to stay between them.
With heat roaring through him, Aoi quickly reached for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. He wanted…needed this.
Akira pressed his head hard against the pillows as Aoi pushed a finger against his entrance and slid it in. He drew a shuddery breath while the finger inside him moved; it moved a little in and out, and a little around. And when he felt another finger dip into him and move and stretch him, all form of logic collapsed.
“Mmmh…fuck…”
Aoi grinned; it was the first time he had ever heard anything crude come out of Akira’s mouth. The writhing figure underneath him wasn’t the serious, regal teacher everyone knew, but he looked no less magnificent. And the knowledge that it was his touch Akira was craving for turned Aoi on more.
So he was quite unprepared when Akira reached forward, curled his fingers around his erection, and began stroking. With his thumb, he traced just the right spots at just the right pace. Aoi cursed under his breath at the pleasure that set his body on fire. This man knew exactly what he was doing.
And the man was getting impatient. “Enough. Teasing.”
Akira’s face flushed at the whimper he let out when Aoi pulled his fingers out of him. He watched the raven-haired man take a condom from the bedside table. In record time, Aoi ripped open the packaging and rolled the condom on. He chuckled softly as he watched Aoi lubricate the condom; the hungry look on Aoi’s face was priceless.
And it turned him on immensely. So immensely that he was somehow driven to lift his back off the bed and get on his knees.
Akira’s skin raised at the trail Aoi’s lips drew on his back, idly along his spine. As his muscles tensed under the man’s touch, he could almost feel Aoi smirk against his flesh. Aoi’s hot breath as he whispered did nothing to weaken the flames spreading through his system.
“You look amazing.”
Feeling one warm hand on his hip and the tip of Aoi’s length pressing on Akira’s entrance, Akira’s breath stopped. He bit his bottom lip and gripped hard on the headboard as Aoi slowly, slowly slid into him. He shuddered while his muscles struggled to adjust to Aoi’s presence. Aoi’s unhurried, sensual movements rendered Akira’s mind frozen. His groaning, on the other hand, ignited more flames in Akira’s very being.
“Akira...God, you feel perfect.”
Sharp, uneasy breaths broke away both men as Aoi continued thrusting into Akira. He ran his hands up and down Akira’s sides, caressing every inch of his body. Closing his eyes, he listened to Akira moan softly against the headboard, whispering to it secrets he wanted to hear as well.
Maintaining the slow rhythm of his grinding, he felt Akira’s whole body stiffen underneath him as he moved his hand towards Akira’s stomach. But before Akira could say a word, Aoi pressed on Akira’s lower abdomen, on the groove between his navel and his cock. He gasped at the added tightness and at Akira’s loud, pleading moan as he brushed against that certain spot.
“More. Oh shit…more.”
Akira’s knuckles went white. He struggled to maintain his grip on the headboard; Aoi’s movements were rendering him weak, and every encounter his prostrate had with Aoi’s cock drove him nearly blind and beyond insane. He didn’t care anymore if he looked wanton and desperate. He pushed his hips back, moving along Aoi’s rhythm, driving Aoi further deeper into him. Harsh breaths escaped him, and Aoi’s low, guttural moan slicing through the air signaled him that he did something right.
Aoi squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the tremendous pleasure burning on every fiber of his body as he plunged deeper into Akira. One hand stayed pressed against Akira’s stomach and the other came sliding all over him, stopping to stroke Akira’s arousal.
A few thrusts and a few strokes, and Akira knew he was going to lose it. He opened his eyes as his stomach tightened. “Let me…” he said between gasps. “Let me hold you…please.”
Not even remotely embarrassed by the whine that escaped him as Aoi pulled out, Akira was on his back once more. Through heavily lidded eyes, he looked at the other man, so utterly, utterly beautiful in velvet light as he was engulfed by sheer rapture. Aoi crawled over him and took his legs and hoisted them up. Once more, a low moan buzzed in his chest as Aoi slid into him, filling him and the deepest of needs. He wrapped his arms around Aoi’s neck and pulled him closer.
“Aoi…”
The raven-haired man gently touched Akira’s cheek. He managed to speak between breathless moans. “It’s Yuu,” he said. “Yuu Shiroyama.”
Akira clawed on his nape and coiled his legs around his waist. “Yuu,” he breathed. “Yuu…Yuu…oh, God…Yuu…”
“Akira…fuck.”
Akira buried his face in the brunette’s neck to muffle his cries as he surged. Moaning breathlessly, the other man shivered as he released himself inside Akira not too long after.
They shared smiles and whispers as they basked in the afterglow.
For the first time in their lives, they were no longer afraid of losing themselves.
Click.
Another employee tried to twist the doorknob to The Boss’s office open. Everyone present at the time was wondering just what the hell was going on in there. They knew that agent was in there. He was the best one in the company - the best one in the entire industry, even. The Boss was never troubled about his cases.
Why did The Boss sound so mad?
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Exactly what I said, Boss,” Yuu responded as he handed a sealed envelope to the other man. “I quit.”
He glared at the raven-haired man standing by his desk. “No,” he said. “No. You can’t. I’m not letting you.”
A smirked played on Yuu’s lips. “I just did.”
The expression on the man’s face went from shock to rage. “NO,” he yelled as he shoved the sealed envelope off his desk. “You can’t leave me!” He quivered from the anger welling up in his chest. Yuu was a prized agent in the business. He was HIS agent.
“You have a lot of other-”
“It’s that target, isn’t it?” The Boss started. “You fell in love with the target. And you’re abandoning me for him.”
Yuu didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Yes, I love him,” he answered, oblivious to the gasps from the people piled up at the hallway, totally ignoring how the other man’s eyes widened at his response.
“THAT WASN’T PART OF THE JOB.”
The brunette simply smiled. “Of course it wasn’t,” he retorted. “I fall in love for free.”
Yuu tried not to laugh as he dodged the books thrown at him. So this is why all the other agents are so fucking scared of him. This was the first time he ever saw The Boss lose his temper. And he was willing to bet he had never lost it like this before.
But at this point, Yuu didn’t give a flying fuck.
“Why are you doing this to me? What the FUCK does that son of a bitch have that I can’t give you?” The man cried out. “I love you.”
Both men stopped at The Boss’s words, and the room was silent for a few seconds. Yuu merely stared at the other man, utterly surprised. It was apparent on The Boss’s expression that he did not mean to say those words out loud.
“Aoi, I…”
Yuu smiled at him sadly. “You don’t even know my real name, Sir.”
The Boss’s expression was painted in hues of shame and regret. “Wait…”
“Thank you for everything.”
“Aoi.”
“Goodbye.”
Click.
Yuu frowned as he turned his television off. He tossed the remote control beside him, and he sighed at how there was absolutely nothing on at this late hour. It boggled the mind how he couldn’t find a decent thing to watch while he paid to have access to hundreds of channels.
He forgot all his frustrations as he saw Akira tap away on his laptop, preparing lectures for next day’s class. Chuckling, he got off the couch and walked to the blond. He wrapped his arms around Akira, fully intending to distract him from his work.
“I miss your classes, Sensei.”
Akira turned his head to the side to kiss Yuu’s cheek and then directed his attention back to his work. Yuu merely smiled and shook his head; the man was always so hard to sidetrack.
With nothing better to do and the packet of cigarettes on the coffee table taunting him, Yuu uncoiled his arms from Akira. “I’m going out for a smoke,” he announced as he took the packet and groped around for a lighter.
The sound of Akira’s keyboard stopped. “Yuu?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Yuu wondered if he’d ever get tired of Akira telling him those words. “I love you too, Akira.”
He smiled as he headed for the door. All at once he thought of the plans he and Akira had. His divorce was going to be finalized soon. People would probably still look down on them for living together as a couple, but he didn’t give a shit, and to his knowledge, neither did Akira. They were just waiting for Akira’s divorce to be over and done with. They had planned to move away. Somewhere near perhaps, like Kanagawa, Akira’s hometown. Or Mie, his hometown.
Mind still brimming with thoughts of Akira, Akira, and Akira, Yuu opened the front door, ignoring the cold air that assaulted him. Instead, he tilted his head at the figure standing on his doorstep.
“Boss…?”
Click.
Bang.
Click.
“Dude, did you just take a picture of that apartment complex?”
The boy with the camera looked at his friend strangely. “Yeah. Why?”
“Idiot!” His friend exclaimed. “That place is haunted. A couple was murdered there fifteen years ago. Their bodies were never found. What if they haunt you and shit like that?”
The boy with the camera put the cap back on his lens. “Never found the bodies?” He repeated as he looked at the abandoned building he just photographed, as if searching for an answer to an unknown question. “Did it ever occur to anyone that they might have escaped?”
His friend remained silent. “Hmm. You do have a point. It’s a tragedy that they got attacked and all, though.”
“It’s not a tragedy if they don’t have regrets,” he said as he gently touched one of the flowers near the gate. “Wherever they are, I’m sure they’re happy.”
The other boy shook his head. “Yeah, let’s hope they’re not angry ghosts who don’t like having their turf photographed.”
Camera-toting boy chuckled as he continued looking at the building. “It’s not that scary.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The two of you are happy, aren’t you? The boy smiled at nothing, no one in particular. I hope you always stay together, wherever you may be.
He looked at his faint reflection on the old glass door. Everyone always said he smiled like his father.
“Come on, Reita!”
Bye.
END
A/N: Wow, there's actually a FAQ for this.
What happened in the end? Did they die?
The ending is absolutely open to interpretation. They could have died that night, or they could have escaped. Hell, the boss probably never fired at them and actually helped them run away. And it doesn't even necessarily have to be a gun. Maybe it was something even more dangerous, or maybe something completely harmless. No one knows. Not even I do.
Why this kind of ending? Why not a definite one?
I wanted an ending that incurs thought. The ending was meant to encourage the reader to use their imagination. Considering the amount of questions and reactions I got about the ending, I think it worked.
Couldn't you have just made only one of them disappear and kept the other one in the end?
No. I wanted them to be together, whatever fate they go through. The whole point of this story is never losing their selves again because they have each other.
I thought you never wrote MPregs! Who the hell squeezed Reita out?
In my head, it was Akira's ex-wife. Sex scene was in Chapter 3. But if you prefer Reita to be Yuu's, then feel free to interpret it that way. *laughs*
Will you be writing more Aoi/Reita?
You bet I will.
Chapters: 4/4
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Psychological Drama (somewhat), Angst, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: MxM Sex, Language, Character Death? (varies per interpretation)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Reita
Synopsis: He was Distorted Daytime’s highest paid agent, the most expensive agent in the business. His client was a company executive. A powerful woman. The target: her husband. Akira Suzuki.
Comments: Requested by kapoha. It's finally done! I really have nothing else to say but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH to everyone who read this. Here is the last part. It was such a great experience writing this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapters: { One } { Two } { Three }
Click.
Her fingers gently stroked the purring creature on her lap while she browsed through her camera’s bank of photographs. Her mind dove into a sea of memories upon her seeing photos of friends. Of various scenery. Of her husband.
The man should be back any moment now, she thought.
She enjoyed the sights at every stop of her train of thought. All at once she felt the warm sunlight of the seaside and the cool breeze of autumn-colored mountains. She continued traveling through music-filled and cherry blossom scented memories. She heard her friends’ laughter and screams of utter amusement, and she listened to her husband whisper sweet nothings.
Smiling, she took a breath when she arrived at the last stop, the last batch of pictures. Tokyo at night was always pretty; the neon lights were so beautiful.
Just like the two men she photographed.
What a waste, she thought. The blond one seemed like a sweetheart. It saddened her a little that he was about to be broken down. Then she looked at the other man in the photo and smiled sadly. She wasn’t too worried about him; he was already shattered beyond repair.
Click.
Aoi locked the door behind him. He would have smirked if his lips weren’t pressed hard against the target’s as they walked blindly around the hotel room, their bodies feeling around for the bed. Akira’s tongue brushed against his, taking away the night’s chill from his system, filling his mouth with the faint taste of green tea and the strong taste of longing.
The agent clutched Akira’s back and pulled him closer. This feeling of being wanted was all he had going right now.
Finding the bed didn’t take too long, and soon enough, Akira found himself lying underneath Aoi, their lips still locked together. Fading, fading, the world went when his fingers began their work on the buttons of Aoi’s shirt. He couldn’t remember anytime a kiss felt this enthralling. Aoi’s soft moan vibrated against his lips as he slid a hand over Aoi’s chest, once more feeling his heartbeat, but this time against bare skin. The skin Akira so badly wanted to feel more of.
He breathed at the feeling of Aoi’s fingers popping open the buttons of his shirt. It was either Aoi read his mind, or that Aoi wanted this as gravely as he did.
Aoi pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, only to find even more of his breath leaving him. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the sight of Akira’s unclothed torso, solid yet so delicate-looking under dim light. It also could have been at how the velvet shadows accented Akira’s expression while the teacher began undoing Aoi’s pants.
With his hands moving on their own, Akira doubted his mind would resume regular operations tonight. It broke down all over again when Aoi set his body on top of his. His breath left him as the raven-haired man buried his face in the crook of his neck. The man then held him close and whispered to him.
“I can’t do this.”
Uncertainty filled the air. Confusion washed over Akira. He didn’t feel hurt so much as to surprise at yet again being pushed away. Akira had a myriad of questions rushing through his head.
Aoi, on the other hand, had just about enough guilt as he could take.
“I’m not who you think I am, Akira.”
The agent lifted himself off the target and got on his feet. He kept his head bowed and remorse coated all over him. If his accomplice successfully got the evidence, this job was well over and done with a few minutes ago. The damage had been dealt, and it was substantial enough to end this assignment. He decided to drop the act, knowing the only thing he can save now is the target’s dignity, and that he himself had nothing else to lose.
Nothing. Just everything he was to Akira.
“I am an agent for a breaker-upper company. I was sent to lure you into an affair,” he told the teacher in a shaky voice. “I…it was your wife who hired us to get evidence incriminating enough for her to use as grounds for a divorce.”
Akira peeled his back off the sheets and sat up. An unnatural cold found its way in his chest and as shock took over him while he listened to Aoi talk. He had always known that his wife was unsatisfied with their marriage, and he fully understood the reason why; the fact that she wanted a divorce wasn’t a surprise. But he couldn’t believe that Aoi was deceiving him. More importantly, he couldn’t believe it was Aoi’s job to do so. He stared blankly at the raven-haired agent, head down, silently in penitence.
I’ve done plenty of deceiving myself.
Aoi never had to do this. After he finished destroying his targets, he often just vanished without a trace. He didn’t even have to move out of town. Escaping the ire of humiliated targets was so easy because all he needed to do was assume a totally different identity. All he had to do was hide behind another name, another face, and another life.
I’ve learned to believe my own lies.
“I can’t do this to you, Akira,” he choked, fear smearing his voice. He had never failed a job, and he always disappeared before he ever had to deal with any sort confrontation. He had never, ever been rejected. This would be the first time, and he was afraid. “I can’t bear to hurt you anymore.”
They’re so intricate that many times, I get lost in them.
He closed his eyes as he gathered the last of his courage. If he was going to have his heart broken, he wanted Akira to be the first to do it.
“I love you.”
Silence.
Then a sharp breath.
Aoi’s breath escaped him in clumps while Akira touched his cheek, consoling him. Ignoring the fear clouding over him, he slowly lifted his head, heart wrenching at the sight of the teacher smiling at him, as if welcoming him home from a long, exhausting journey. He felt a quick rhythm drum in his chest when the man pulled him down, closer to him, and lightly pressed his forehead against his own.
He almost cried as Akira spoke. “Have you found yourself now?”
Aoi closed his eyes once more, letting Akira’s touch and his kind voice sooth him. In silent prayer, he lowered his head and rested it on Akira’s shoulder. Akira looked towards the ceiling upon feeling Aoi’s breath against his skin. He caressed Aoi’s nape, quietly uttering his own prayers.
Both men prayed in contrition. Aoi prayed for forgiveness for his trespasses, for all the suffering he caused so many people. Akira wordlessly apologized for his deception to his wife and to himself. But more than that, they both prayed in gratitude. For finding each other.
“I love you too.”
They kissed again, and the lights in Aoi’s mind flickered as his mind reeled. This was his first kiss, the first one that meant anything. Waves of euphoria came rushing to him and crushed his defenses. He no longer needed to keep his guard up; he no longer needed to hide from anyone. Not from Akira. Not from himself.
Akira’s heart raced while Aoi pushed him back onto the bed, lowering him once more in an ocean of sheets. Uneven breaths left him at the feeling of Aoi’s lips traveling down to his throat, sending sparks all over his body with every kiss, every soft, teasing touch. Just when Akira thought his mind was back in business, it went out of commission again as he watched Aoi work on removing the rest of his clothing.
And when Aoi saw Akira completely naked beneath him, smiling in the small, scattered light, he knew that this man possessed everything he had and everything he was.
Akira’s fingers scrambled to undo Aoi’s pants. Once more Aoi seemingly knew exactly what the blond wanted and assisted him, lowering his face onto Akira’s for more hungry kisses while he removed his last bit of garment. He hissed when the blond latched his lips on his collarbone and nipped on the flesh. At the same time his hands wandered in Aoi’s hair. At the same time he slowly spread his legs for Aoi to stay between them.
With heat roaring through him, Aoi quickly reached for the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table. He wanted…needed this.
Akira pressed his head hard against the pillows as Aoi pushed a finger against his entrance and slid it in. He drew a shuddery breath while the finger inside him moved; it moved a little in and out, and a little around. And when he felt another finger dip into him and move and stretch him, all form of logic collapsed.
“Mmmh…fuck…”
Aoi grinned; it was the first time he had ever heard anything crude come out of Akira’s mouth. The writhing figure underneath him wasn’t the serious, regal teacher everyone knew, but he looked no less magnificent. And the knowledge that it was his touch Akira was craving for turned Aoi on more.
So he was quite unprepared when Akira reached forward, curled his fingers around his erection, and began stroking. With his thumb, he traced just the right spots at just the right pace. Aoi cursed under his breath at the pleasure that set his body on fire. This man knew exactly what he was doing.
And the man was getting impatient. “Enough. Teasing.”
Akira’s face flushed at the whimper he let out when Aoi pulled his fingers out of him. He watched the raven-haired man take a condom from the bedside table. In record time, Aoi ripped open the packaging and rolled the condom on. He chuckled softly as he watched Aoi lubricate the condom; the hungry look on Aoi’s face was priceless.
And it turned him on immensely. So immensely that he was somehow driven to lift his back off the bed and get on his knees.
Akira’s skin raised at the trail Aoi’s lips drew on his back, idly along his spine. As his muscles tensed under the man’s touch, he could almost feel Aoi smirk against his flesh. Aoi’s hot breath as he whispered did nothing to weaken the flames spreading through his system.
“You look amazing.”
Feeling one warm hand on his hip and the tip of Aoi’s length pressing on Akira’s entrance, Akira’s breath stopped. He bit his bottom lip and gripped hard on the headboard as Aoi slowly, slowly slid into him. He shuddered while his muscles struggled to adjust to Aoi’s presence. Aoi’s unhurried, sensual movements rendered Akira’s mind frozen. His groaning, on the other hand, ignited more flames in Akira’s very being.
“Akira...God, you feel perfect.”
Sharp, uneasy breaths broke away both men as Aoi continued thrusting into Akira. He ran his hands up and down Akira’s sides, caressing every inch of his body. Closing his eyes, he listened to Akira moan softly against the headboard, whispering to it secrets he wanted to hear as well.
Maintaining the slow rhythm of his grinding, he felt Akira’s whole body stiffen underneath him as he moved his hand towards Akira’s stomach. But before Akira could say a word, Aoi pressed on Akira’s lower abdomen, on the groove between his navel and his cock. He gasped at the added tightness and at Akira’s loud, pleading moan as he brushed against that certain spot.
“More. Oh shit…more.”
Akira’s knuckles went white. He struggled to maintain his grip on the headboard; Aoi’s movements were rendering him weak, and every encounter his prostrate had with Aoi’s cock drove him nearly blind and beyond insane. He didn’t care anymore if he looked wanton and desperate. He pushed his hips back, moving along Aoi’s rhythm, driving Aoi further deeper into him. Harsh breaths escaped him, and Aoi’s low, guttural moan slicing through the air signaled him that he did something right.
Aoi squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the tremendous pleasure burning on every fiber of his body as he plunged deeper into Akira. One hand stayed pressed against Akira’s stomach and the other came sliding all over him, stopping to stroke Akira’s arousal.
A few thrusts and a few strokes, and Akira knew he was going to lose it. He opened his eyes as his stomach tightened. “Let me…” he said between gasps. “Let me hold you…please.”
Not even remotely embarrassed by the whine that escaped him as Aoi pulled out, Akira was on his back once more. Through heavily lidded eyes, he looked at the other man, so utterly, utterly beautiful in velvet light as he was engulfed by sheer rapture. Aoi crawled over him and took his legs and hoisted them up. Once more, a low moan buzzed in his chest as Aoi slid into him, filling him and the deepest of needs. He wrapped his arms around Aoi’s neck and pulled him closer.
“Aoi…”
The raven-haired man gently touched Akira’s cheek. He managed to speak between breathless moans. “It’s Yuu,” he said. “Yuu Shiroyama.”
Akira clawed on his nape and coiled his legs around his waist. “Yuu,” he breathed. “Yuu…Yuu…oh, God…Yuu…”
“Akira…fuck.”
Akira buried his face in the brunette’s neck to muffle his cries as he surged. Moaning breathlessly, the other man shivered as he released himself inside Akira not too long after.
They shared smiles and whispers as they basked in the afterglow.
For the first time in their lives, they were no longer afraid of losing themselves.
Click.
Another employee tried to twist the doorknob to The Boss’s office open. Everyone present at the time was wondering just what the hell was going on in there. They knew that agent was in there. He was the best one in the company - the best one in the entire industry, even. The Boss was never troubled about his cases.
Why did The Boss sound so mad?
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Exactly what I said, Boss,” Yuu responded as he handed a sealed envelope to the other man. “I quit.”
He glared at the raven-haired man standing by his desk. “No,” he said. “No. You can’t. I’m not letting you.”
A smirked played on Yuu’s lips. “I just did.”
The expression on the man’s face went from shock to rage. “NO,” he yelled as he shoved the sealed envelope off his desk. “You can’t leave me!” He quivered from the anger welling up in his chest. Yuu was a prized agent in the business. He was HIS agent.
“You have a lot of other-”
“It’s that target, isn’t it?” The Boss started. “You fell in love with the target. And you’re abandoning me for him.”
Yuu didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Yes, I love him,” he answered, oblivious to the gasps from the people piled up at the hallway, totally ignoring how the other man’s eyes widened at his response.
“THAT WASN’T PART OF THE JOB.”
The brunette simply smiled. “Of course it wasn’t,” he retorted. “I fall in love for free.”
Yuu tried not to laugh as he dodged the books thrown at him. So this is why all the other agents are so fucking scared of him. This was the first time he ever saw The Boss lose his temper. And he was willing to bet he had never lost it like this before.
But at this point, Yuu didn’t give a flying fuck.
“Why are you doing this to me? What the FUCK does that son of a bitch have that I can’t give you?” The man cried out. “I love you.”
Both men stopped at The Boss’s words, and the room was silent for a few seconds. Yuu merely stared at the other man, utterly surprised. It was apparent on The Boss’s expression that he did not mean to say those words out loud.
“Aoi, I…”
Yuu smiled at him sadly. “You don’t even know my real name, Sir.”
The Boss’s expression was painted in hues of shame and regret. “Wait…”
“Thank you for everything.”
“Aoi.”
“Goodbye.”
Click.
Yuu frowned as he turned his television off. He tossed the remote control beside him, and he sighed at how there was absolutely nothing on at this late hour. It boggled the mind how he couldn’t find a decent thing to watch while he paid to have access to hundreds of channels.
He forgot all his frustrations as he saw Akira tap away on his laptop, preparing lectures for next day’s class. Chuckling, he got off the couch and walked to the blond. He wrapped his arms around Akira, fully intending to distract him from his work.
“I miss your classes, Sensei.”
Akira turned his head to the side to kiss Yuu’s cheek and then directed his attention back to his work. Yuu merely smiled and shook his head; the man was always so hard to sidetrack.
With nothing better to do and the packet of cigarettes on the coffee table taunting him, Yuu uncoiled his arms from Akira. “I’m going out for a smoke,” he announced as he took the packet and groped around for a lighter.
The sound of Akira’s keyboard stopped. “Yuu?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Yuu wondered if he’d ever get tired of Akira telling him those words. “I love you too, Akira.”
He smiled as he headed for the door. All at once he thought of the plans he and Akira had. His divorce was going to be finalized soon. People would probably still look down on them for living together as a couple, but he didn’t give a shit, and to his knowledge, neither did Akira. They were just waiting for Akira’s divorce to be over and done with. They had planned to move away. Somewhere near perhaps, like Kanagawa, Akira’s hometown. Or Mie, his hometown.
Mind still brimming with thoughts of Akira, Akira, and Akira, Yuu opened the front door, ignoring the cold air that assaulted him. Instead, he tilted his head at the figure standing on his doorstep.
“Boss…?”
Click.
Bang.
Click.
“Dude, did you just take a picture of that apartment complex?”
The boy with the camera looked at his friend strangely. “Yeah. Why?”
“Idiot!” His friend exclaimed. “That place is haunted. A couple was murdered there fifteen years ago. Their bodies were never found. What if they haunt you and shit like that?”
The boy with the camera put the cap back on his lens. “Never found the bodies?” He repeated as he looked at the abandoned building he just photographed, as if searching for an answer to an unknown question. “Did it ever occur to anyone that they might have escaped?”
His friend remained silent. “Hmm. You do have a point. It’s a tragedy that they got attacked and all, though.”
“It’s not a tragedy if they don’t have regrets,” he said as he gently touched one of the flowers near the gate. “Wherever they are, I’m sure they’re happy.”
The other boy shook his head. “Yeah, let’s hope they’re not angry ghosts who don’t like having their turf photographed.”
Camera-toting boy chuckled as he continued looking at the building. “It’s not that scary.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
The two of you are happy, aren’t you? The boy smiled at nothing, no one in particular. I hope you always stay together, wherever you may be.
He looked at his faint reflection on the old glass door. Everyone always said he smiled like his father.
“Come on, Reita!”
Bye.
END
A/N: Wow, there's actually a FAQ for this.
What happened in the end? Did they die?
The ending is absolutely open to interpretation. They could have died that night, or they could have escaped. Hell, the boss probably never fired at them and actually helped them run away. And it doesn't even necessarily have to be a gun. Maybe it was something even more dangerous, or maybe something completely harmless. No one knows. Not even I do.
Why this kind of ending? Why not a definite one?
I wanted an ending that incurs thought. The ending was meant to encourage the reader to use their imagination. Considering the amount of questions and reactions I got about the ending, I think it worked.
Couldn't you have just made only one of them disappear and kept the other one in the end?
No. I wanted them to be together, whatever fate they go through. The whole point of this story is never losing their selves again because they have each other.
I thought you never wrote MPregs! Who the hell squeezed Reita out?
In my head, it was Akira's ex-wife. Sex scene was in Chapter 3. But if you prefer Reita to be Yuu's, then feel free to interpret it that way. *laughs*
Will you be writing more Aoi/Reita?
You bet I will.