[akamepi] REVOLVER
Things become worse after Kamenashi buys a gun. He runs a long, bony finger across the smooth molding, picks it up for the billionth time, feeling its weight in his hands. Then he calls Jin - Jin always comes when he calls. “Now,” is all he says sometimes, before hanging up, and Jin will know what he means.
“Wow, cool,” Jin whispers in awe. “It’s like a movie, even.”
Kamenashi pulls his gun away. He doesn’t like the way that Jin’s breath collects on the cool metal.
He shows his treasure to Yamapi, too, but Yamapi looks at him with terrified eyes as he shifts farther away on the couch. “Put it away, Kame,” he whispers in a tone completely different from Jin’s. “Put it away.”
“You’re scared,” Kamenashi observes solemnly, rolling the barrel between his palms. Of course Yamapi is afraid - Yamapi is weak.
“You’re supposed to be scared,” Yamapi says more sharply, looking him straight in the eye. “It’s a gun.”
Kamenashi blinks before giving Yamapi a serene smile. The older boy clutches one of the couch pillows tightly, as if it is a barrier, as if it will protect him from Kamenashi’s gun. “I’m sorry,” Kamenashi says softly, pulling the pillow from Yamapi’s hands and crawling into his lap. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmurs into Yamapi’s neck. “It’s not even loaded,” he lies as he feels the older boy relax. Kamenashi closes his eyes and kisses Yamapi slowly on the mouth, smiling at the way the other boy parts his lips and lets Kamenashi play.
Yamapi just looks up at him with eyes half closed, as Kamenashi pushes him back on the couch before ridding him of his clothing - they’ve done it so many times before.
-
It was actually Kamenashi who introduced them to each other, about a month prior. He was out with Jin, sipping tea in a café near Yamapi’s university, when Yamapi had come in to buy a snack before class. Jin had smiled widely when Kamenashi said his name, and Yamapi - anyone else would have said that Yamapi was too preoccupied with that day’s test to be smiley and talkative as he usually would be, but Kamenashi thought that Yamapi looked shy. He hadn’t understood it at the time, although he had always been confident that he could decipher anyone’s feelings or motives. He shrugged to himself - there were some things he had yet to master.
Kamenashi understood a few days before he bought the gun. He left to pick up some groceries one night when he saw two familiar heads amongst the crowd in the street. Jogging to catch up with them, he vaguely wondered why Jin and Yamapi were together, chatting animatedly as they walked. As Kamenashi closed the distance between them, the mood seemed to change as his friends became quiet and the extravagant hand gestures ceased; suddenly Jin seized Yamapi’s hand and they dashed into an alley.
By the time Kamenashi peeked around the corner, Jin had pressed Yamapi against the wall and was kissing him tenderly. Kamenashi wasn’t sure how he felt, as he watched Yamapi sigh softly, threading fingers through Jin’s hair, and saw Jin put a firm hand on Yamapi’s shoulder as the older man leaned in again - but he ran away as fast as he could, heart racing wildly.
Jin always comes when Kamenashi calls, or at least the latter used to think so. If Jin doesn’t answer, he’ll call back or text within ten minutes. The first day that it takes Kamenashi two hours to reach Jin, the sickening feeling in his stomach that he has been harboring for over a week now seems to enlarge.
“Sorry,” Jin apologizes into the phone, “I got caught up in something.”
“Is it Yamapi?” Kamenashi asks suddenly, berating himself immediately afterwards. He should have waited before saying something; usually he is much more subtle than this.
“Yeah,” Jin confirms, sounding surprised yet nonchalant. “How’d you know?”
“I saw you making out the other day,” Kamenashi says bluntly, no longer caring about good timing. “You’re a slut,” he adds as an afterthought, although as soon as the words leave his mouth, he wonders why he even bothered. It’s not his place, and moreover-
“So are you,” Jin says lightly, completing Kamenashi’s train of thought.
“I know,” Kamenashi says shortly. “I’ll talk to you later, Jin.”
-
Kamenashi knows that he is self-centered. He knows this is generally not regarded as a good thing, but that doesn’t stop him from being jealous of both Yamapi and Jin. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the fact that they are so obviously and happily together, he doesn’t like the fact that Jin almost never fucks him now, he doesn’t like the fact that Yamapi doesn’t come over half as much as he used to. But most of all, he hates being alone.
Or maybe he just hates his new lack of control.
“The deal was,” Kamenashi says to his revolver, “if I wanted a cock in me, I’d call Jin and he would come. And if I wanted to fuck someone, I’d have Yamapi come over.” His voice seems to echo in the empty apartment, and he drops his chin down to the kitchen table once again, bringing his eyes level with the gun. “Fuck,” Kamenashi says tiredly, tired of spending his time searching for the perfect place to store his gun. There are other things he’d much rather be doing, he thinks, pulling out his cell phone determinedly. “Yamapi?” he asks before the other party even greets him.
“Yeah, Kame?”
“I want to fuck you.” He says it plainly.
“Okay,” Yamapi says after a moment. “I just got out of class, I’ll be there soon.”
Kamenashi wonders if things can go back to normal. When Yamapi whispers Jin’s name as he comes, Kamenashi has his answer.
-
“What are you thinking about?” Kamenashi asks, interrupting the silence that always follows sex between Jin and himself.
“Nothing,” Jin replies too quickly, and Kamenashi translates this as “Yamapi”. “You?”
“Same,” Kame concurs, though he is actually reliving the way Jin had pounded furiously into him that night. It had been especially fulfilling, that or Kamenashi just hadn’t gotten any for too long.
But he can live without it.
“I wonder, if I would miss you,” Kamenashi contemplates aloud, thoughts shifting to his revolver, lying in the drawer of the table underneath his largest mirror.
“What?” Jin asks, because he doesn’t understand. Kamenashi doesn’t answer - no one needs to understand.
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“Kame?” Jin’s wide smile falters slightly, surprised to see Kamenashi waiting casually at the door.
“Expecting someone?” Kamenashi asks lightly, letting himself inside before lounging on Jin’s sofa.
“Sort of,” Jin says casually, leaving the door open. “I thought it was a little too early.”
Kamenashi nods curtly. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” Jin says truthfully. “Everything’s been great.”
“Has it,” Kamenashi replies noncommittally.
Jin smiles and takes a seat next to his friend. “You never come around here,” he says, almost teasing. “What’s up?”
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Kamenashi answers easily.
Jin’s lips turn up into a friendly smile before he jumps up from his seat excitedly. “I hear him coming,” he all but sings.
Kamenashi can hear the footsteps of someone hurrying up the stairs, and his hand reaches into his leather jacket as Jin turns to the door.
“Jin!” Yamapi exclaims happily from the doorframe.
“Pi!” Jin smiles brightly, giving Yamapi a hug.
“Jin,” Kamenashi’s voice rings out steely, and Jin turns away from Yamapi to look at him. Kamenashi watches Jin’s eyes go wide, watches Jin stagger a few steps sideways, watches Jin’s eyes as they lock on the revolver in his hand.
With a steady hand, Kamenashi pulls the trigger.
Jin drops to the ground immediately, blood spraying the wall.
Kamenashi carelessly tosses the gun onto the soft couch. He watches Yamapi take a step across the threshold; all color quickly draining from his face. Body shaking and not breathing, the boy’s knees give out before he realizes it and Kamenashi watches him sink to the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from Jin’s body, as blood flows from the hole in his head. No one needs to ask if Jin is dead.
It’s Yamapi’s eyes that react first; the rest of his body is paralyzed with shock, but the tears readily flow down his cheeks. Kamenashi strides over to the boy, wrapping skinny arms around the boy’s frame, holding him as he cries silently. Yamapi will never understand, but he doesn’t have to.
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“Wow, cool,” Jin whispers in awe. “It’s like a movie, even.”
Kamenashi pulls his gun away. He doesn’t like the way that Jin’s breath collects on the cool metal.
He shows his treasure to Yamapi, too, but Yamapi looks at him with terrified eyes as he shifts farther away on the couch. “Put it away, Kame,” he whispers in a tone completely different from Jin’s. “Put it away.”
“You’re scared,” Kamenashi observes solemnly, rolling the barrel between his palms. Of course Yamapi is afraid - Yamapi is weak.
“You’re supposed to be scared,” Yamapi says more sharply, looking him straight in the eye. “It’s a gun.”
Kamenashi blinks before giving Yamapi a serene smile. The older boy clutches one of the couch pillows tightly, as if it is a barrier, as if it will protect him from Kamenashi’s gun. “I’m sorry,” Kamenashi says softly, pulling the pillow from Yamapi’s hands and crawling into his lap. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmurs into Yamapi’s neck. “It’s not even loaded,” he lies as he feels the older boy relax. Kamenashi closes his eyes and kisses Yamapi slowly on the mouth, smiling at the way the other boy parts his lips and lets Kamenashi play.
Yamapi just looks up at him with eyes half closed, as Kamenashi pushes him back on the couch before ridding him of his clothing - they’ve done it so many times before.
-
It was actually Kamenashi who introduced them to each other, about a month prior. He was out with Jin, sipping tea in a café near Yamapi’s university, when Yamapi had come in to buy a snack before class. Jin had smiled widely when Kamenashi said his name, and Yamapi - anyone else would have said that Yamapi was too preoccupied with that day’s test to be smiley and talkative as he usually would be, but Kamenashi thought that Yamapi looked shy. He hadn’t understood it at the time, although he had always been confident that he could decipher anyone’s feelings or motives. He shrugged to himself - there were some things he had yet to master.
Kamenashi understood a few days before he bought the gun. He left to pick up some groceries one night when he saw two familiar heads amongst the crowd in the street. Jogging to catch up with them, he vaguely wondered why Jin and Yamapi were together, chatting animatedly as they walked. As Kamenashi closed the distance between them, the mood seemed to change as his friends became quiet and the extravagant hand gestures ceased; suddenly Jin seized Yamapi’s hand and they dashed into an alley.
By the time Kamenashi peeked around the corner, Jin had pressed Yamapi against the wall and was kissing him tenderly. Kamenashi wasn’t sure how he felt, as he watched Yamapi sigh softly, threading fingers through Jin’s hair, and saw Jin put a firm hand on Yamapi’s shoulder as the older man leaned in again - but he ran away as fast as he could, heart racing wildly.
Jin always comes when Kamenashi calls, or at least the latter used to think so. If Jin doesn’t answer, he’ll call back or text within ten minutes. The first day that it takes Kamenashi two hours to reach Jin, the sickening feeling in his stomach that he has been harboring for over a week now seems to enlarge.
“Sorry,” Jin apologizes into the phone, “I got caught up in something.”
“Is it Yamapi?” Kamenashi asks suddenly, berating himself immediately afterwards. He should have waited before saying something; usually he is much more subtle than this.
“Yeah,” Jin confirms, sounding surprised yet nonchalant. “How’d you know?”
“I saw you making out the other day,” Kamenashi says bluntly, no longer caring about good timing. “You’re a slut,” he adds as an afterthought, although as soon as the words leave his mouth, he wonders why he even bothered. It’s not his place, and moreover-
“So are you,” Jin says lightly, completing Kamenashi’s train of thought.
“I know,” Kamenashi says shortly. “I’ll talk to you later, Jin.”
-
Kamenashi knows that he is self-centered. He knows this is generally not regarded as a good thing, but that doesn’t stop him from being jealous of both Yamapi and Jin. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the fact that they are so obviously and happily together, he doesn’t like the fact that Jin almost never fucks him now, he doesn’t like the fact that Yamapi doesn’t come over half as much as he used to. But most of all, he hates being alone.
Or maybe he just hates his new lack of control.
“The deal was,” Kamenashi says to his revolver, “if I wanted a cock in me, I’d call Jin and he would come. And if I wanted to fuck someone, I’d have Yamapi come over.” His voice seems to echo in the empty apartment, and he drops his chin down to the kitchen table once again, bringing his eyes level with the gun. “Fuck,” Kamenashi says tiredly, tired of spending his time searching for the perfect place to store his gun. There are other things he’d much rather be doing, he thinks, pulling out his cell phone determinedly. “Yamapi?” he asks before the other party even greets him.
“Yeah, Kame?”
“I want to fuck you.” He says it plainly.
“Okay,” Yamapi says after a moment. “I just got out of class, I’ll be there soon.”
Kamenashi wonders if things can go back to normal. When Yamapi whispers Jin’s name as he comes, Kamenashi has his answer.
-
“What are you thinking about?” Kamenashi asks, interrupting the silence that always follows sex between Jin and himself.
“Nothing,” Jin replies too quickly, and Kamenashi translates this as “Yamapi”. “You?”
“Same,” Kame concurs, though he is actually reliving the way Jin had pounded furiously into him that night. It had been especially fulfilling, that or Kamenashi just hadn’t gotten any for too long.
But he can live without it.
“I wonder, if I would miss you,” Kamenashi contemplates aloud, thoughts shifting to his revolver, lying in the drawer of the table underneath his largest mirror.
“What?” Jin asks, because he doesn’t understand. Kamenashi doesn’t answer - no one needs to understand.
end.
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original ending, warning for character death!:
“Kame?” Jin’s wide smile falters slightly, surprised to see Kamenashi waiting casually at the door.
“Expecting someone?” Kamenashi asks lightly, letting himself inside before lounging on Jin’s sofa.
“Sort of,” Jin says casually, leaving the door open. “I thought it was a little too early.”
Kamenashi nods curtly. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” Jin says truthfully. “Everything’s been great.”
“Has it,” Kamenashi replies noncommittally.
Jin smiles and takes a seat next to his friend. “You never come around here,” he says, almost teasing. “What’s up?”
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Kamenashi answers easily.
Jin’s lips turn up into a friendly smile before he jumps up from his seat excitedly. “I hear him coming,” he all but sings.
Kamenashi can hear the footsteps of someone hurrying up the stairs, and his hand reaches into his leather jacket as Jin turns to the door.
“Jin!” Yamapi exclaims happily from the doorframe.
“Pi!” Jin smiles brightly, giving Yamapi a hug.
“Jin,” Kamenashi’s voice rings out steely, and Jin turns away from Yamapi to look at him. Kamenashi watches Jin’s eyes go wide, watches Jin stagger a few steps sideways, watches Jin’s eyes as they lock on the revolver in his hand.
With a steady hand, Kamenashi pulls the trigger.
Jin drops to the ground immediately, blood spraying the wall.
Kamenashi carelessly tosses the gun onto the soft couch. He watches Yamapi take a step across the threshold; all color quickly draining from his face. Body shaking and not breathing, the boy’s knees give out before he realizes it and Kamenashi watches him sink to the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from Jin’s body, as blood flows from the hole in his head. No one needs to ask if Jin is dead.
It’s Yamapi’s eyes that react first; the rest of his body is paralyzed with shock, but the tears readily flow down his cheeks. Kamenashi strides over to the boy, wrapping skinny arms around the boy’s frame, holding him as he cries silently. Yamapi will never understand, but he doesn’t have to.
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