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Since apparently no one believes me when I say I'm not some kind of Akame Santa...
He wakes up to loud coughing from the bed in front of his, which is weird because it was empty this morning. He pushes himself up on the bed and waits for the new man - there’s no doubt by the rough, deep tone of his cough - to breath again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah, thanks. Sorry I woke you up.”
“No problem.” He grins and flashes a peace sign in what he hopes it’s the man’s general direction. “Your voice sounds familiar, but you’re new here, right? What’s your name?”
“Takasugi Natsu. Yours?”
“Oh! I know you. I mean, I don’t know you, but I know your music! Mom used to play it all the time when I was a kid; she always says she named me after one of your songs.”
There’re a few moments of silence, but Natsu’s voice sounds pleased when he speaks again. “That’s nice. What song?”
“Yuuki. My name is Sanda Yuuki. Why are you here?”
“Bad lungs,” Natsu coughs a bit as it to prove it. “Don’t pick up smoking, kid. And what about you?”
“Got battles to fight.”
“Maybe I could sing for your mom one of these days.”
“She’d love that!”
Yuuki grins again, and reaches out to find his water from where it should be on the nightstand, but his nurse this week is new and forgot to put in the same place as always. Yuuki fumbles, pawing clumsily at his side, and then there are soft steps and a rough hand keeping his still before the cool bottle is pressed into it. Natsu smells of cigarettes and cologne and something else that makes gold lights dance behind Yuuki’s blind eyes.
“Maybe I could sing for you, too. If you’d like that. I could sing Yuuki.”
Yuuki’s fingers feel warm where Natsu touched them, and the golden light seems to expand inside him.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“It’s so totally unfair,” Jin whines on the phone, and Nakamaru puts down his book with a sigh. At least Jin’s in Japan now, so it’s not 3am on a working day for Nakamaru.
“What’s unfair, Jin?”
“You guys had an anime! I want an anime too! I wanted to be in!”
“It was a KAT-TUN anime, Jin. You’re not part of the group anymore.”
“I know! But I’d look awesome on cartoon, I tell you. I should get an anime too!”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, you kind of were in our anime.”
Jin’s voice tone perks up immediately. “Really?! Where? Because I watched and I wasn’t. Is there another unaired episode or something?”
“No. We unofficially named the girl Jinnifer.”
Nakamaru has to do an effort not to laugh in the few moments of silence that follow, but then Jin’s hanging up on him with an annoyed “asshole” as means of goodbye.
Nakamaru smiles, thoroughtly pleased at himself, and goes back to his book.
“Jin?” Kame asks as Jin steps in the training field. “What are you doing here?”
“I, uhm… I’m a guest on Going! and I’m supposed to train with you. I think.”
Kame looks at Jin with raised eyebrows; Jin who’s back to gaining weight and already looks like he could die under the hot weather of Guam. “But you have no idea about baseball.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what makes it interesting.”
“I… Okay.” Kame sighs and looks around at the rest of players, who are looking amusedly at them. “Let’s start with some stretching then. Sit on the ground and spread your legs… Yeah, like that. Okay, now try to touch your toes with your fingertips, you know how this goes…”
When Kame leans against Jin from behind to help him stretch his crotch rubs against Jin’s back and drops of Kame’s sweaty hair drip onto Jin’s t-shirt. Jin is immediately reminded of the images he has seen as preparation for the show, of Kame training and Kame’s fierce faces when he’s pushing himself, and gulps.
This is going to be an interesting show.
Jin should had known by Takki’s wide grin that the real reason of being invited to his friend’s house was not rehearsing for his next appearance in Takki’s program, but Takki has been nice enough lately that maybe Jin has forgotten he’s still kind of their office dad.
“Since when do you want us to sound rehearsed?” Jin asks as he toes his shoes off in the genkan, and Takki’s grin widens a notch.
“I do not,” he replies as he leads Jin into the living room, and it’s only as Jin sees a familiar shilouette sitting on the couch that he starts to suspect this may be a trap. “And I certainly don’t want you guys to sound like it either when you come together.”
“Together?” Kame asks with wide eyes that go between Jin and Takki with an expression similar to what Jin supposes is his own right now. “What do you mean together?”
Takki pushes Jin toward the couch, but Jin stumbles on the carpet and ends up sprawled on top of Kame. They both yelp and blush and stay very still while pointedly not looking at each other while Takki laughs.
“We’re bringing Akame back, boys!”
Jin thinks Kamenashi might have gone crazy when Kame corners him in the bathrooms at the office with a little predatory smile that sends shivers through Jin’s spine.
“H- hi,” Jin stumbles, and Kame’s smile wouldn’t look out of place in a jaguar looking at a prey right now.
“Hi,” he replies, and before Jin can say anything else Kame’s kissing him, hard and rough and demanding and Jin can only gasp in surprise.
There’s tongue and there’re teeth and Jin finds himself moaning a little, relaxing into Kame’s body as he gives up control willingly and okay, maybe this is a little crazy, but it’s the kind of crazy Jin doesn’t mind at all, because Kame’s solid against him, strong and firm and controlling like he won’t accept a no for response, which Jin suspects it’s pretty much the case.
Jin’s panting when Kame finally pulls himself back with a very satisfied smile, and there’s a suddenly increasing tightness in his groin. Kame smirks and Jin gulps and then gasps when Kame’s fingers press teasingly over the fly of his jeans.
“Such a pity you’re so into being hetero these days, don’t you think?”
Kame has pulled this troops back from the battle and Jin doesn’t understand why. Kame’s the best chance they have to win, all of them, the only one able to take down that damned city and get them all back home, but now he isn’t fighting and Jin doesn’t understand why, and it makes him rage.
“But why?!” He shouts angrily. “Why won’t you fight?”
Kame’s calm only fuels his anger, because Kame’s sitting on the ground of his tent, naked and relaxed as he pulishes his armor. “Don’t you see what he’s doing, Jin? He told us to fight for a noble cause, but that was a lie. He doesn’t care about that woman, he only cares about his own power and his own glory, and all he does to make it grow is torture, steal and send his generals to fight for him, while he eats and drinks and fucks prisoners torn from their lives without caring who dies today. I’m not going to take part in this anymore, Jin.”
“What does it matter who you’re fighting for?! Don’t you care about your own glory? About your name?! You’re the most famous warrior the world has known, and now they’re calling you a coward! Don’t you care what they say?!”
Jin’s cheeks are flushed with rage and the effort to shout, and his voice breaks a bit at the end. Kame straightens up, slowly, naked and strong and perfect and something in Jin’s chest lights up and flickers despite the rage and the disappointment. He lets out a little sigh when Kame’s hand strokes his cheeks despite himself, and then Kame’s lips are on his, chaste and sweet and loving.
“Let them say what they will, because I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m not a coward Jin. I’m not withdrawing for the fight out of cowardice. But I care about you, and I won’t let you die for the glory of a man who has done nothing to deserve it. I won’t let your name fade at the shadow of the one who sent you to death, Jin.”
Kame’s lips and hands are good at distracting Jin; they take the rage away and replace it with another fire that spreads through Jin’s body until he can feel nothing else. Later, when Kame’s asleep, Jin gets up from their pelts and brushes his fingers over the polished broze of the armor. It reflects Kame’s sleeping face, sweet and paceful, and Jin makes up his mind.
He cares about Kame too, and he won’t let Kame’s name be nothing but that of the greatest warrior ever known, no matter what it takes.
Jin won't admit it to anyone, but he watches Going! every week. He doesn't care about baseball anymore than he used to, but he doubts most of the viewers do. But when he sees Kame show his teeth and groan as he trains to his limit, Jin knows that when Kame gets home Jin'll be the one to massage them back into relaxation, the one to watch Kame melt into bliss and groan just for him, the one to spread lotion on bruised hands - and the one to enjoy the slick favors while they wait for it to absorb.
Jin has never cared about baseball because it's boring and slow and if he ever listened to Kame ranting about it for hours is only because Kame always looks cute when he talks about the things he loves; that's the only good thing about baseball, Jin thinks. At least it was before Jin discovered the muscles in Kame's arms, strong as Kame grips Jin's hips to rock into him. Jin thinks it's a good thing that soccer has given him strong legs to hook around Kame's waist and pull him closer and deeper.
Kame hasn't worn as much eyeliner as he does in Bem for ages, and he had kind of forgotten how much of a pain it was to apply and remove it every day. He likes how it makes Jin gulp and squirm when Kame looks at him, though, and he likes that Jin decides to try it himself for his music video. Most of all Kame likes how Jin's dark rimmed eyes look at him with even a darker expression when Kame grunts above him, and how the eyeliner looks smeared down Jin's cheeks when Jin moans and comes undone.
Ryu had thought Hayato to be angry at him; he had feared going back to school to face Hayato's angry glare, because no matter what Ryu has told himself, Hayato's anger is still what hurts the most. Now Ryu wonders what happened in those months he was absent, because yeah, Hayato's stare bores into his back and it's hot enough to burn a hole right through Ryu and into his soul, but somehow, Ryu thinks, it doesn't feel hot with anger. It feels like Hayato's... Well, undressing him with his eyeyes.
hen Hayato finds Bem there's a group of men surrounding the demon, throwing punches and kicks at him, and Hayato figures he'll have time to ask about the green blood later and dives into the fight without thinking. Before he knows it they're both lying on the ground, victorious, and Bem looks at him like he can't quite believe what the other has done. "Why did you help me?" Hayato shrughs. "My teacher told me fights had to be fair, and this wasn't." And that's all that really matters at the end
He wakes up to loud coughing from the bed in front of his, which is weird because it was empty this morning. He pushes himself up on the bed and waits for the new man - there’s no doubt by the rough, deep tone of his cough - to breath again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah, thanks. Sorry I woke you up.”
“No problem.” He grins and flashes a peace sign in what he hopes it’s the man’s general direction. “Your voice sounds familiar, but you’re new here, right? What’s your name?”
“Takasugi Natsu. Yours?”
“Oh! I know you. I mean, I don’t know you, but I know your music! Mom used to play it all the time when I was a kid; she always says she named me after one of your songs.”
There’re a few moments of silence, but Natsu’s voice sounds pleased when he speaks again. “That’s nice. What song?”
“Yuuki. My name is Sanda Yuuki. Why are you here?”
“Bad lungs,” Natsu coughs a bit as it to prove it. “Don’t pick up smoking, kid. And what about you?”
“Got battles to fight.”
“Maybe I could sing for your mom one of these days.”
“She’d love that!”
Yuuki grins again, and reaches out to find his water from where it should be on the nightstand, but his nurse this week is new and forgot to put in the same place as always. Yuuki fumbles, pawing clumsily at his side, and then there are soft steps and a rough hand keeping his still before the cool bottle is pressed into it. Natsu smells of cigarettes and cologne and something else that makes gold lights dance behind Yuuki’s blind eyes.
“Maybe I could sing for you, too. If you’d like that. I could sing Yuuki.”
Yuuki’s fingers feel warm where Natsu touched them, and the golden light seems to expand inside him.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“It’s so totally unfair,” Jin whines on the phone, and Nakamaru puts down his book with a sigh. At least Jin’s in Japan now, so it’s not 3am on a working day for Nakamaru.
“What’s unfair, Jin?”
“You guys had an anime! I want an anime too! I wanted to be in!”
“It was a KAT-TUN anime, Jin. You’re not part of the group anymore.”
“I know! But I’d look awesome on cartoon, I tell you. I should get an anime too!”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, you kind of were in our anime.”
Jin’s voice tone perks up immediately. “Really?! Where? Because I watched and I wasn’t. Is there another unaired episode or something?”
“No. We unofficially named the girl Jinnifer.”
Nakamaru has to do an effort not to laugh in the few moments of silence that follow, but then Jin’s hanging up on him with an annoyed “asshole” as means of goodbye.
Nakamaru smiles, thoroughtly pleased at himself, and goes back to his book.
“Jin?” Kame asks as Jin steps in the training field. “What are you doing here?”
“I, uhm… I’m a guest on Going! and I’m supposed to train with you. I think.”
Kame looks at Jin with raised eyebrows; Jin who’s back to gaining weight and already looks like he could die under the hot weather of Guam. “But you have no idea about baseball.”
“Yeah, I think that’s what makes it interesting.”
“I… Okay.” Kame sighs and looks around at the rest of players, who are looking amusedly at them. “Let’s start with some stretching then. Sit on the ground and spread your legs… Yeah, like that. Okay, now try to touch your toes with your fingertips, you know how this goes…”
When Kame leans against Jin from behind to help him stretch his crotch rubs against Jin’s back and drops of Kame’s sweaty hair drip onto Jin’s t-shirt. Jin is immediately reminded of the images he has seen as preparation for the show, of Kame training and Kame’s fierce faces when he’s pushing himself, and gulps.
This is going to be an interesting show.
Jin should had known by Takki’s wide grin that the real reason of being invited to his friend’s house was not rehearsing for his next appearance in Takki’s program, but Takki has been nice enough lately that maybe Jin has forgotten he’s still kind of their office dad.
“Since when do you want us to sound rehearsed?” Jin asks as he toes his shoes off in the genkan, and Takki’s grin widens a notch.
“I do not,” he replies as he leads Jin into the living room, and it’s only as Jin sees a familiar shilouette sitting on the couch that he starts to suspect this may be a trap. “And I certainly don’t want you guys to sound like it either when you come together.”
“Together?” Kame asks with wide eyes that go between Jin and Takki with an expression similar to what Jin supposes is his own right now. “What do you mean together?”
Takki pushes Jin toward the couch, but Jin stumbles on the carpet and ends up sprawled on top of Kame. They both yelp and blush and stay very still while pointedly not looking at each other while Takki laughs.
“We’re bringing Akame back, boys!”
Jin thinks Kamenashi might have gone crazy when Kame corners him in the bathrooms at the office with a little predatory smile that sends shivers through Jin’s spine.
“H- hi,” Jin stumbles, and Kame’s smile wouldn’t look out of place in a jaguar looking at a prey right now.
“Hi,” he replies, and before Jin can say anything else Kame’s kissing him, hard and rough and demanding and Jin can only gasp in surprise.
There’s tongue and there’re teeth and Jin finds himself moaning a little, relaxing into Kame’s body as he gives up control willingly and okay, maybe this is a little crazy, but it’s the kind of crazy Jin doesn’t mind at all, because Kame’s solid against him, strong and firm and controlling like he won’t accept a no for response, which Jin suspects it’s pretty much the case.
Jin’s panting when Kame finally pulls himself back with a very satisfied smile, and there’s a suddenly increasing tightness in his groin. Kame smirks and Jin gulps and then gasps when Kame’s fingers press teasingly over the fly of his jeans.
“Such a pity you’re so into being hetero these days, don’t you think?”
Kame has pulled this troops back from the battle and Jin doesn’t understand why. Kame’s the best chance they have to win, all of them, the only one able to take down that damned city and get them all back home, but now he isn’t fighting and Jin doesn’t understand why, and it makes him rage.
“But why?!” He shouts angrily. “Why won’t you fight?”
Kame’s calm only fuels his anger, because Kame’s sitting on the ground of his tent, naked and relaxed as he pulishes his armor. “Don’t you see what he’s doing, Jin? He told us to fight for a noble cause, but that was a lie. He doesn’t care about that woman, he only cares about his own power and his own glory, and all he does to make it grow is torture, steal and send his generals to fight for him, while he eats and drinks and fucks prisoners torn from their lives without caring who dies today. I’m not going to take part in this anymore, Jin.”
“What does it matter who you’re fighting for?! Don’t you care about your own glory? About your name?! You’re the most famous warrior the world has known, and now they’re calling you a coward! Don’t you care what they say?!”
Jin’s cheeks are flushed with rage and the effort to shout, and his voice breaks a bit at the end. Kame straightens up, slowly, naked and strong and perfect and something in Jin’s chest lights up and flickers despite the rage and the disappointment. He lets out a little sigh when Kame’s hand strokes his cheeks despite himself, and then Kame’s lips are on his, chaste and sweet and loving.
“Let them say what they will, because I don’t care. I don’t care. I’m not a coward Jin. I’m not withdrawing for the fight out of cowardice. But I care about you, and I won’t let you die for the glory of a man who has done nothing to deserve it. I won’t let your name fade at the shadow of the one who sent you to death, Jin.”
Kame’s lips and hands are good at distracting Jin; they take the rage away and replace it with another fire that spreads through Jin’s body until he can feel nothing else. Later, when Kame’s asleep, Jin gets up from their pelts and brushes his fingers over the polished broze of the armor. It reflects Kame’s sleeping face, sweet and paceful, and Jin makes up his mind.
He cares about Kame too, and he won’t let Kame’s name be nothing but that of the greatest warrior ever known, no matter what it takes.
Jin won't admit it to anyone, but he watches Going! every week. He doesn't care about baseball anymore than he used to, but he doubts most of the viewers do. But when he sees Kame show his teeth and groan as he trains to his limit, Jin knows that when Kame gets home Jin'll be the one to massage them back into relaxation, the one to watch Kame melt into bliss and groan just for him, the one to spread lotion on bruised hands - and the one to enjoy the slick favors while they wait for it to absorb.
Jin has never cared about baseball because it's boring and slow and if he ever listened to Kame ranting about it for hours is only because Kame always looks cute when he talks about the things he loves; that's the only good thing about baseball, Jin thinks. At least it was before Jin discovered the muscles in Kame's arms, strong as Kame grips Jin's hips to rock into him. Jin thinks it's a good thing that soccer has given him strong legs to hook around Kame's waist and pull him closer and deeper.
Kame hasn't worn as much eyeliner as he does in Bem for ages, and he had kind of forgotten how much of a pain it was to apply and remove it every day. He likes how it makes Jin gulp and squirm when Kame looks at him, though, and he likes that Jin decides to try it himself for his music video. Most of all Kame likes how Jin's dark rimmed eyes look at him with even a darker expression when Kame grunts above him, and how the eyeliner looks smeared down Jin's cheeks when Jin moans and comes undone.
Ryu had thought Hayato to be angry at him; he had feared going back to school to face Hayato's angry glare, because no matter what Ryu has told himself, Hayato's anger is still what hurts the most. Now Ryu wonders what happened in those months he was absent, because yeah, Hayato's stare bores into his back and it's hot enough to burn a hole right through Ryu and into his soul, but somehow, Ryu thinks, it doesn't feel hot with anger. It feels like Hayato's... Well, undressing him with his eyeyes.
hen Hayato finds Bem there's a group of men surrounding the demon, throwing punches and kicks at him, and Hayato figures he'll have time to ask about the green blood later and dives into the fight without thinking. Before he knows it they're both lying on the ground, victorious, and Bem looks at him like he can't quite believe what the other has done. "Why did you help me?" Hayato shrughs. "My teacher told me fights had to be fair, and this wasn't." And that's all that really matters at the end