[oneshot] I just want to make you go away, but you taste like sugar (Kitayama/Fujigaya)
Title: I just want to make to make you go away, but you taste like sugar
Pairings/Characters: Kitayama/Fujigaya, Yokoo, Tamamori, Miyata
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
A/N: Nightclub AU. This comes after of "I bet that you look good on the dancefloor" and the title is from a song again. SOB I have no imagination, but the lyrics are just too perfect. More of this AU will be up soon. I wrote this long time ago, the style is a bit awkward maybe, but it needed to be posted in order to get to the NC-17 third part. It is a oneshot even if he ending might suggest there is more of it. There isn't, not until the third story at least.
Summary: Kitayama is a dancer in Fujigaya and Yokoo's club and Fujigaya started to manifest his interest in him.
--
Kitayama opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight that invaded the room. He squeezed his eyes shut a couple of times and realized he was no longer sleeping. Maybe he wasn’t fully awake yet, but he was already capable to tell apart objects in the real world from the ghostly shadows that belonged only in his dreams. He lifted his head from the pillow, ran a hand through his messy hair and looked around him. The other side of his bed was empty, but the pillow and sheets were rumpled. The shape of someone that has slept there was still carved into them. Kitayama pouted and a disgruntled noise came out of his mouth.
But disappointment only lasted as long as it took for him to saunter into his daily routine. While he was brushing his teeth he saw that his guest used the toothbrush he had provided for him and then left. As usual. And he hadn’t even put the lid back on the toothpaste tube. Not that Kitayama cared. He would have cared more for some breakfast, but the other wasn’t the type to do something so cute like leaving breakfast ready for him, he was sure of that.
He got dressed lazily and decided to study at the library before it was time to go to work down at the club again. Kitayama was still a student, but during the night he worked as a dancer at the Illegal, a fashionable nightclub in Roppongi. He got the job because he needed the money, but he soon found out that he actually enjoyed performing there. There were many other things he was enjoying about his nightlife too.
--
"You’re late." Yokoo said without bothering to hide the accusing tone in his voice.
"Yeah. And I care?" Fujigaya replied mildly annoyed while dropping down onto a chair with all his weight and also with the weight of all his supposed troubles.
"We need to talk tonight. Business. At least show up in time for this kind of important things." Yokoo scolded.
"Ah right!” Fujigaya answered, truly surprised. “I forgot about that. Sorry."
Yokoo shook his head. "I know you have something else in mind these days but..." he nodded his head towards the general direction of the stage. Fujigaya looked for a brief moment at Kitayama who was dancing passionately there, surrounded by the usual forest of shaking hands and the throng of people dancing with all their might. Feigning indifference, he slowly turned his head to look at Yokoo.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I thought you made your move on him already." Yokoo said, crossing his arms.
"No. I didn't." Fujigaya lied.
"Oh, how come? Not your type?" Yokoo asked while mentally taking notes that could always come in handy in case of future staff hiring.
"Who do you think I am? Besides, it’s none of your business." Fujigaya answered, a serious look on his face.
"I'm not judging you. Just... Can you please try not to damage the club at least? We always lose competent staff because you can't keep it in your pants."
"I can. But that won't stop people from trying to take my pants off anyway."
"Funny, you know what I'm talking about then." Yokoo said raising an eyebrow.
"I won't touch the kid, ok?" Fujigaya gave in, but his tone was indifferent.
"He's older than you."
"What? Really?"
Right at that moment Fujigaya saw Kitayama approaching them.
"I need to talk to you about something, boss."
"Me?" Yokoo said surprised.
"Yes. Is it a problem?" Kitayama replied glancing at Fujigaya.
Yokoo looked at Fujigaya with a so you were lying, there is something between you two look. Fujigaya rolled his eyes. Suppressing a sigh he walked away.
--
After work, Kitayama was waiting for Fujigaya to pick him up with his car at the usual crossing not far from the Illegal. After forty minutes he started doubting that Fujigaya was coming. He didn't want to get a taxi home nor he wanted to spend the rest of the night outside. That night Fujigaya had ignored him more than usual and Kitayama wanted to know why he was ditching him like that. He resorted to text him.
Are you coming to pick me up or shall I just sleep on the pavement tonight?
After a couple of minutes he received a reply that wasn’t even trying to sound not angry.
I'm not your driver.
I thought we were supposed to go back to mine together.
"That was before you sold me to Wataru."
Kitayama turned his head towards the direction of the voice and saw Fujigaya leaning out of the window of his flashy car, parked with his engines on at the side of the road, a few meters away from where the other was standing. The lights of the city reflected on the shiny surface of the sport car.
"But you came back."
"I just came to tell you to fuck off. Sending a mail is not as fulfilling as saying it out loud."
Fujigaya’s car sped up and Kitayama quickly took his phone out and sent another text.
I didn't say a word about us.
As Fujigaya reached the end of the road he slammed on the brakes and reversed back.
"Get in." He ordered from inside the car.
"Are you sure?" Kitayama said, a smug smile on his lips.
--
"Why are you so scared of him anyway?" Kitayama asked.
He had sat down on the passenger’s seat and waited for Fujigaya to drive before talking, just in case his words could have made the other even more upset than he already was. Kitayama definitely didn’t wish to be left on the road that night, last train gone and not enough money for a taxi.
"He doesn't scare me. I just don’t want to have other problems with him."
"You could easily find a pretext to fire me without him knowing anything happened at all. You are a boss too."
"You don't know him. He knows everything." Fujigaya sighed.
"So you are scared." Kitayama smiled. Fujigaya emitted and annoyed grunt. Kitayama started fiddling with the car stereo and turned up the volume of the music. Fujigaya turned it down.
“We are not in the club anymore.”
“It’s such a waste to have such good speakers and not use them.”
Fujigaya rolled his eyes. Kitayama couldn’t understand why Fujigaya always looked so annoyed. Everything he did could put him in a bad mood within seconds. Kitayama didn’t know why he found this fact so amusing. It was somewhat predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Like every time Fujigaya left his flat before morning arrived. Kitayama knew that it was normal for him to behave that way. Not that receiving this treatment would have stopped him going back into his bed the next time, because, hell, that was fun and hot. Maybe Fujigaya expected him to be surprised by his continuous mood swings, but he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was so important for him to care about that.
“This is convertible right? You never open it?” Kitayama asked breaking the silence once again.
Fujigaya stopped at a traffic light and looked the other guy sideways.
“Haven’t you got better things to do with your mouth rather than talking about this car?”
Kitayama smirked. “If you want me to do something why don’t you just ask?”
“Why would I?”
“Because you obviously want me to do something.”
“And you’re obviously not paying me enough attention to notice that I’m ignoring you. ”
Kitayama gave him a slow look then leaned to whisper in his ear.
“Let’s see for how long you can ignore me then.”
Fujigaya gulped and kept on staring persistently at the road. Kitayama breathed on his neck, hoping to make him shiver -- he knew how sensitive the other’s skin was -- then he backed off and turned his face to the road ahead. A wry smile had formed on his lips as he saw Fujigaya’s frown and his cheeks turning pink.
Kitayama knew he was upset with himself, because he couldn’t control the effect he had on him. But he didn’t want to yield. He decided that a whisper was all that was needed and remained silent for the rest of the trip. He knew it was driving Fujigaya crazy, because he could easily figure out that the other was trying to wind him up just to obtain what he wanted. Kitayama kept his hand and his body glued to his seat, and his eyes free to catch a glimpse of Fujigaya’s frown from time to time.
--
When they arrived in front of Kitayama’s apartment, Fujigaya stopped the car and started typing on his phone, his intention of ignoring the other was clear.
“Are you coming up or not?” Kitayama asked with his fingers already on the car’s handle. He was bored with the game Fujigaya was playing.
“I might have to wake up early tomorrow...” Fujigaya answered, still looking down at the bright phone screen.
“Me too, I have a lesson tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure...” Fujigaya mumbled.
“Okay, if you are busy I’ll just go.” Kitayama was about to get out of the car, but Fujigaya grabbed his wrist.
“You really didn’t say anything about us?”
“Why would I do that? I don’t want Yokoo to fire me. If I remember correctly he mentioned that this kind of relationship between members of the staff is against the rules.”
“That’s because people get upset with me and leave. They always do that when they see I don’t care enough for them.”
Kitayama resisted the urge of asking just how much he cared for him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Fujigaya had to say about that. Especially since he was convinced whatever he’d said, it would have been just crap. He didn’t want to listen to anything else so he quickly pressed his lips onto Fujigaya’s, shutting him up with a soft warm kiss. Fujigaya’s eyes flung open, but then he relaxed and kissed him back, putting a hand on the back of his neck and starting to twist his fingers among his hair.
Kitayama broke the kiss and staring into Fujigaya’s eyes he whispered “I really like my job at the Illegal, I don’t think I’ll quit for now.”
“I must go now.” Fujigaya said, abruptly changing the subject.
Kitayama got out of the car and started walking towards the stairs of the two floors building when suddenly Fujigaya grabbed him from the shoulder and turned Kitayama to face him.
“Wha-?”
Fujigaya pressed his body on him pushing Kitayama against the wall.
He leaned to kiss him passionately and Kitayama didn’t even have time to think about what was happening, that he was already kissing him back. Fujigaya started to grind against him, biting his lower lip and moving his hands on Kitayama’s back. He was grabbing anything he could reach and twisting his fingers on his shirt. Kitayama could feel the arousement in the other’s body and in his own. His brain forgot immediately that just ten seconds ago he would have punched Fujigaya, and his body took control deciding he needed more of him, needed to get more of his skin and expose himself to the other’s touch.
“Maybe we should go in,” Kitayama mumbled against Fujigaya’s lips. “The neighbours can see us if we stay here.”
“Fuck them.” Fujigaya said while bracing his grip on the back of Kitayama’s head just in case the other thought of running away from his lips. That wasn't Kitayama's intention at all, at least not until he heard someone clearing his throat just behind Fujigaya.
Kitayama turned around a bit scared and found Miyata, his roommate, trying to look anywhere but the place where they were standing.
"Kitayama... I don't want to sound like I’m complaining, because I really have nothing against this, but I don't think this is the right place..."
"Who are you?" Fujigaya bursted out. Kitayama could hear the contentious tone in his voice. That was never a good sign.
"He's my roommate, Miyata. I think you two have met before."
"Aren't you the one who is always around our barman? I didn't know you two lived together."
“I told you...” Kitayama muttered. But you never listen.
"Usually I sleep away when he has someone over... Or I’m already asleep when he comes back from work. And I'm not always around Yuta. It's not what you think." Miyata answered. He was looking uncomfortable as he was trying to look into the other’s eyes while talking.
"Really? I think Yuta ignoring you, right? Well, he is really worth the effort anyway." Fujigaya added, smiling maliciously.
"What do you mean?" Miyata asked while a worried look formed on his face.
"Just giving you advices out of my experience." Fujigaya answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Hey, there's no need to say that much." Kitayama frowned.
"I-I think I'll go now... there’s something I have to do. You can take your time Kitayama, I’ll sleep somewhere else." Miyata looked really embarrassed and gloomy all of a sudden.
"No, you stay. I think Fujigaya had a very long day and he doesn't remember how to behave anymore."
"What the fuck... are you telling me to go away now?!” Fujigaya sounded outraged.
Kitayama just stared at him with the most serious expression he could manage. Being a jerk with him was acceptable, but being a jerk with his friends was an entirely different matter.
Kitayama was aware of how much Miyata cared about Tamamori, the barman at the Illegal. He surely didn’t want him to listen to any of the stories that involved details about how Fujigaya usually took care of the members of the staff at the club. That would have been definitely too much for Miyata.
Kitayama knew Fujigaya was just upset because somebody found him in that situation. Part of him hoped he was upset not only because someone found them, but because they had been interrupted as they were about to spend some pleasant time together. Whichever the case was, Miyata was in the position to be targeted for anything. Even if Fujigaya sometimes wasn’t mean intentionally, he could really hurt people with his words if he wished to.
Fujigaya frowned and walked back towards his car without a word..
“Are you sure about that? He looked pretty annoyed.” Miyata asked after they couldn’t hear the sound of Fujigaya’s car anymore.
“He’s just too much sometimes.” Kitayama shrugged. “I can’t be bothered with all the things that annoy him. Who cares about him tonight. Let’s just go home and watch something, okay? I can see you have ice-cream in that conbini bag.”
--
After that, Fujigaya started to avoid Kitayama manifestly. He was so resolved to ignore him that whenever he saw Kitayama coming towards him in the club, Fujigaya just turned the other way and changed direction.
Kitayama wasn’t really cool about it. At first, he convinced himself he didn’t care that much about him (why would a jerk like that be of any importance?), but when Fujigaya started appearing in his field of vision just to disappear again purposely, he started to feel a bit lonely. Not to mention the fact that Fujigaya was avoiding to look at him even during his performances.
Kitayama loved when Fujigaya looked at him dancing on the stage of the Illegal. His look had the power to make him feel appreciated more than any other attention others could give him. He loved to feel that way and he loved to have those eyes just for himself after work was over. He failed to deny to himself that he had become quite attached to the other’s presence.
After a week, he shoved his pride aside and tried to talk to him. All he said was just a formal greeting but Fujigaya looked at him indignantly and left without even replying.
The same situation kept on happening whenever Kitayama tried to speak to him. He started to feel frustrated. He was also angry at himself. Why couldn’t he just let him go? He was obviously doing his game by giving him so much importance. First of all, why was Fujigaya the one to feel offended? He was acting like Kitayama had done something wrong, but that wasn’t the case at all. Also, Kitayama had been the first to talk to him again after the fight. But he couldn’t help it. Even if he hated to admit it, there was something that attracted him to Fujigaya and he knew he couldn’t just leave things like that and let everything end over such a small, insignificant matter.
--
“This can’t go on like this.” Yokoo said shaking his head.
“What?” Kitayama asked, startled by the other boss sudden appearance behind him.
“I’m talking about you and Fujigaya. I’m sure something happened between you two. And now he’s being a jerk and ignoring you.”
Kitayama did try to play the innocent, but eventually gave up and with a sigh revealed that what Yokoo had just said was exactly what had been going on between them. It was true that Yokoo knew everything after all. Or maybe they both were too obvious.
“I just don’t know what to do.” Kitayama wailed.
“Don’t think that asking me would solve anything. I stopped trying to understand that guy long time ago. I just... go with the flow.”
“Going with the flow...” Kitayama repeated while nodding.
“What I don’t like is that you are not dancing with the same energy as before. You are always looking around. Always searching for him.”
“Really? I... I didn’t know I was...”
“And you didn’t even quit at this point. I must admit you have guts. All the other dancers left when the situation started to get as bad as it is now. That Fujigaya is ruining our business. I seriously don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t even blame you for wanting to leave...”
“I have no intention of quitting.”
I have no intention of looking for him while I dance tonight. I have no intention of leaving things as they are now. I don’t want to go with the flow. I want to change the flow. Kitayama thought, suddenly fired up.
Yokoo was pleased by the determination in Kitayama’s tone as he announced he wasn’t leaving, but hoped he wouldn’t become another type of problem. He had seen quite a lot of people going crazy near Fujigaya.
Kitayama walked towards the stage with an attitude so powerful that everyone moved aside to let him pass. The other dancers on stage stopped dancing when they saw him approaching. Kitayama jumped on the stage and started dancing. He wanted Fujigaya to look. It would have been impossible not to look. All the people in the club were immediately ravished by his movements, by the way he looked so comfortable, by his body conveying all the feelings he wanted to let out in that exact moment.
Just fucking look at me...
And Fujigaya did.
--
“What the fuck was that?” Kitayama asked, leaning on the door of Fujigaya’s car.
Fujigaya pressed the car key button to open his car and tried to reach for the handle, completely ignoring Kitayama who moved to the side at first, then placed a hand on the door to keep it closed.
“Move away.” Fujigaya ordered.
“No.”
Fujigaya turned to look at the other’s face. Kitayama was still standing next to him with his arm stretched and his hand flat on the car’s window. His determined eyes were looking up into Fujigaya’s bored eyes.
“Listen, I don’t know what you believe happened between us but now it’s over. That was the past, let’s move on blabla.”
“Is this your usual break up line with your lovers? Because it sucks. I expected you to be a lot better with this sort of things, since you have so much experience in dumping people.”
“Why won’t you just leave like the others?” Fujigaya sighed.
“Because I won’t. I won’t leave. You can leave if you want.”
“You’re not letting me open the car’s door.”
“That’s because you have to listen to what I have to say first.”
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“Well, you fucking have no choice.”
Fujigaya tried to push away Kitayama, but Kitayama bounced back, and grabbed his shirt pushing him against the car.
“You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You just take what you want and never give back anything, you are selfish, spoiled, teasing and exasperating. You treat people like they were shit and you are not even sorry. You are wrong and you act like you are right. I bet everyone tells you so. I bet this is what you want everyone to see about you. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about how annoying you are because I was happy just with you looking at me with those eyes from that stupid loft. And turns out that even if you try to ignore me, I can still make your eyes turn my way and give me that look. So I don’t give a damn about what you say or not say to me, because your eyes are not lying!”
Fujigaya didn’t utter a single word and kept on staring down at him, unconcerned, or at least, trying to look so. Kitayama grinded his teeth, resisting the urge to hit Fujigaya on his pretty face.
“And you know what? I won’t leave. I’ll never give you this reward. You’ll have to keep looking at me because that’s all you can do from your stupid balcony.”
Fujigaya gulped.
“So you’re not quitting?”
Kitayama sighed and released his grip on him, letting him go and moved a step away from the car.
“I already told you I won’t. I really like this job, I said,” and I like you, fuck.
He felt empty now. Did he say all he wanted to say or did he forgot something? He wasn’t sure his message had gone through the right way, but at least it had left his mind. He couldn’t really think about anything else now. He was still raging but he wasn’t even sure why. Was that it? What was he doing all this for? Was it worth the effort?
“You can go now. I have nothing else to say.”
Fujigaya just stood there looking confused for another minute, then he entered his car and turned the engine on. He moved the car away from the parking spot and started driving. Kitayama stood there, looking at the floor and feeling rather dull. After having driven around the car park once, Fujigaya’s car stopped at his side.
“Jump up.”
//
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Pairings/Characters: Kitayama/Fujigaya, Yokoo, Tamamori, Miyata
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
A/N: Nightclub AU. This comes after of "I bet that you look good on the dancefloor" and the title is from a song again. SOB I have no imagination, but the lyrics are just too perfect. More of this AU will be up soon. I wrote this long time ago, the style is a bit awkward maybe, but it needed to be posted in order to get to the NC-17 third part. It is a oneshot even if he ending might suggest there is more of it. There isn't, not until the third story at least.
Summary: Kitayama is a dancer in Fujigaya and Yokoo's club and Fujigaya started to manifest his interest in him.
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Kitayama opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight that invaded the room. He squeezed his eyes shut a couple of times and realized he was no longer sleeping. Maybe he wasn’t fully awake yet, but he was already capable to tell apart objects in the real world from the ghostly shadows that belonged only in his dreams. He lifted his head from the pillow, ran a hand through his messy hair and looked around him. The other side of his bed was empty, but the pillow and sheets were rumpled. The shape of someone that has slept there was still carved into them. Kitayama pouted and a disgruntled noise came out of his mouth.
But disappointment only lasted as long as it took for him to saunter into his daily routine. While he was brushing his teeth he saw that his guest used the toothbrush he had provided for him and then left. As usual. And he hadn’t even put the lid back on the toothpaste tube. Not that Kitayama cared. He would have cared more for some breakfast, but the other wasn’t the type to do something so cute like leaving breakfast ready for him, he was sure of that.
He got dressed lazily and decided to study at the library before it was time to go to work down at the club again. Kitayama was still a student, but during the night he worked as a dancer at the Illegal, a fashionable nightclub in Roppongi. He got the job because he needed the money, but he soon found out that he actually enjoyed performing there. There were many other things he was enjoying about his nightlife too.
--
"You’re late." Yokoo said without bothering to hide the accusing tone in his voice.
"Yeah. And I care?" Fujigaya replied mildly annoyed while dropping down onto a chair with all his weight and also with the weight of all his supposed troubles.
"We need to talk tonight. Business. At least show up in time for this kind of important things." Yokoo scolded.
"Ah right!” Fujigaya answered, truly surprised. “I forgot about that. Sorry."
Yokoo shook his head. "I know you have something else in mind these days but..." he nodded his head towards the general direction of the stage. Fujigaya looked for a brief moment at Kitayama who was dancing passionately there, surrounded by the usual forest of shaking hands and the throng of people dancing with all their might. Feigning indifference, he slowly turned his head to look at Yokoo.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I thought you made your move on him already." Yokoo said, crossing his arms.
"No. I didn't." Fujigaya lied.
"Oh, how come? Not your type?" Yokoo asked while mentally taking notes that could always come in handy in case of future staff hiring.
"Who do you think I am? Besides, it’s none of your business." Fujigaya answered, a serious look on his face.
"I'm not judging you. Just... Can you please try not to damage the club at least? We always lose competent staff because you can't keep it in your pants."
"I can. But that won't stop people from trying to take my pants off anyway."
"Funny, you know what I'm talking about then." Yokoo said raising an eyebrow.
"I won't touch the kid, ok?" Fujigaya gave in, but his tone was indifferent.
"He's older than you."
"What? Really?"
Right at that moment Fujigaya saw Kitayama approaching them.
"I need to talk to you about something, boss."
"Me?" Yokoo said surprised.
"Yes. Is it a problem?" Kitayama replied glancing at Fujigaya.
Yokoo looked at Fujigaya with a so you were lying, there is something between you two look. Fujigaya rolled his eyes. Suppressing a sigh he walked away.
--
After work, Kitayama was waiting for Fujigaya to pick him up with his car at the usual crossing not far from the Illegal. After forty minutes he started doubting that Fujigaya was coming. He didn't want to get a taxi home nor he wanted to spend the rest of the night outside. That night Fujigaya had ignored him more than usual and Kitayama wanted to know why he was ditching him like that. He resorted to text him.
Are you coming to pick me up or shall I just sleep on the pavement tonight?
After a couple of minutes he received a reply that wasn’t even trying to sound not angry.
I'm not your driver.
I thought we were supposed to go back to mine together.
"That was before you sold me to Wataru."
Kitayama turned his head towards the direction of the voice and saw Fujigaya leaning out of the window of his flashy car, parked with his engines on at the side of the road, a few meters away from where the other was standing. The lights of the city reflected on the shiny surface of the sport car.
"But you came back."
"I just came to tell you to fuck off. Sending a mail is not as fulfilling as saying it out loud."
Fujigaya’s car sped up and Kitayama quickly took his phone out and sent another text.
I didn't say a word about us.
As Fujigaya reached the end of the road he slammed on the brakes and reversed back.
"Get in." He ordered from inside the car.
"Are you sure?" Kitayama said, a smug smile on his lips.
--
"Why are you so scared of him anyway?" Kitayama asked.
He had sat down on the passenger’s seat and waited for Fujigaya to drive before talking, just in case his words could have made the other even more upset than he already was. Kitayama definitely didn’t wish to be left on the road that night, last train gone and not enough money for a taxi.
"He doesn't scare me. I just don’t want to have other problems with him."
"You could easily find a pretext to fire me without him knowing anything happened at all. You are a boss too."
"You don't know him. He knows everything." Fujigaya sighed.
"So you are scared." Kitayama smiled. Fujigaya emitted and annoyed grunt. Kitayama started fiddling with the car stereo and turned up the volume of the music. Fujigaya turned it down.
“We are not in the club anymore.”
“It’s such a waste to have such good speakers and not use them.”
Fujigaya rolled his eyes. Kitayama couldn’t understand why Fujigaya always looked so annoyed. Everything he did could put him in a bad mood within seconds. Kitayama didn’t know why he found this fact so amusing. It was somewhat predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Like every time Fujigaya left his flat before morning arrived. Kitayama knew that it was normal for him to behave that way. Not that receiving this treatment would have stopped him going back into his bed the next time, because, hell, that was fun and hot. Maybe Fujigaya expected him to be surprised by his continuous mood swings, but he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was so important for him to care about that.
“This is convertible right? You never open it?” Kitayama asked breaking the silence once again.
Fujigaya stopped at a traffic light and looked the other guy sideways.
“Haven’t you got better things to do with your mouth rather than talking about this car?”
Kitayama smirked. “If you want me to do something why don’t you just ask?”
“Why would I?”
“Because you obviously want me to do something.”
“And you’re obviously not paying me enough attention to notice that I’m ignoring you. ”
Kitayama gave him a slow look then leaned to whisper in his ear.
“Let’s see for how long you can ignore me then.”
Fujigaya gulped and kept on staring persistently at the road. Kitayama breathed on his neck, hoping to make him shiver -- he knew how sensitive the other’s skin was -- then he backed off and turned his face to the road ahead. A wry smile had formed on his lips as he saw Fujigaya’s frown and his cheeks turning pink.
Kitayama knew he was upset with himself, because he couldn’t control the effect he had on him. But he didn’t want to yield. He decided that a whisper was all that was needed and remained silent for the rest of the trip. He knew it was driving Fujigaya crazy, because he could easily figure out that the other was trying to wind him up just to obtain what he wanted. Kitayama kept his hand and his body glued to his seat, and his eyes free to catch a glimpse of Fujigaya’s frown from time to time.
--
When they arrived in front of Kitayama’s apartment, Fujigaya stopped the car and started typing on his phone, his intention of ignoring the other was clear.
“Are you coming up or not?” Kitayama asked with his fingers already on the car’s handle. He was bored with the game Fujigaya was playing.
“I might have to wake up early tomorrow...” Fujigaya answered, still looking down at the bright phone screen.
“Me too, I have a lesson tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure...” Fujigaya mumbled.
“Okay, if you are busy I’ll just go.” Kitayama was about to get out of the car, but Fujigaya grabbed his wrist.
“You really didn’t say anything about us?”
“Why would I do that? I don’t want Yokoo to fire me. If I remember correctly he mentioned that this kind of relationship between members of the staff is against the rules.”
“That’s because people get upset with me and leave. They always do that when they see I don’t care enough for them.”
Kitayama resisted the urge of asking just how much he cared for him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Fujigaya had to say about that. Especially since he was convinced whatever he’d said, it would have been just crap. He didn’t want to listen to anything else so he quickly pressed his lips onto Fujigaya’s, shutting him up with a soft warm kiss. Fujigaya’s eyes flung open, but then he relaxed and kissed him back, putting a hand on the back of his neck and starting to twist his fingers among his hair.
Kitayama broke the kiss and staring into Fujigaya’s eyes he whispered “I really like my job at the Illegal, I don’t think I’ll quit for now.”
“I must go now.” Fujigaya said, abruptly changing the subject.
Kitayama got out of the car and started walking towards the stairs of the two floors building when suddenly Fujigaya grabbed him from the shoulder and turned Kitayama to face him.
“Wha-?”
Fujigaya pressed his body on him pushing Kitayama against the wall.
He leaned to kiss him passionately and Kitayama didn’t even have time to think about what was happening, that he was already kissing him back. Fujigaya started to grind against him, biting his lower lip and moving his hands on Kitayama’s back. He was grabbing anything he could reach and twisting his fingers on his shirt. Kitayama could feel the arousement in the other’s body and in his own. His brain forgot immediately that just ten seconds ago he would have punched Fujigaya, and his body took control deciding he needed more of him, needed to get more of his skin and expose himself to the other’s touch.
“Maybe we should go in,” Kitayama mumbled against Fujigaya’s lips. “The neighbours can see us if we stay here.”
“Fuck them.” Fujigaya said while bracing his grip on the back of Kitayama’s head just in case the other thought of running away from his lips. That wasn't Kitayama's intention at all, at least not until he heard someone clearing his throat just behind Fujigaya.
Kitayama turned around a bit scared and found Miyata, his roommate, trying to look anywhere but the place where they were standing.
"Kitayama... I don't want to sound like I’m complaining, because I really have nothing against this, but I don't think this is the right place..."
"Who are you?" Fujigaya bursted out. Kitayama could hear the contentious tone in his voice. That was never a good sign.
"He's my roommate, Miyata. I think you two have met before."
"Aren't you the one who is always around our barman? I didn't know you two lived together."
“I told you...” Kitayama muttered. But you never listen.
"Usually I sleep away when he has someone over... Or I’m already asleep when he comes back from work. And I'm not always around Yuta. It's not what you think." Miyata answered. He was looking uncomfortable as he was trying to look into the other’s eyes while talking.
"Really? I think Yuta ignoring you, right? Well, he is really worth the effort anyway." Fujigaya added, smiling maliciously.
"What do you mean?" Miyata asked while a worried look formed on his face.
"Just giving you advices out of my experience." Fujigaya answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Hey, there's no need to say that much." Kitayama frowned.
"I-I think I'll go now... there’s something I have to do. You can take your time Kitayama, I’ll sleep somewhere else." Miyata looked really embarrassed and gloomy all of a sudden.
"No, you stay. I think Fujigaya had a very long day and he doesn't remember how to behave anymore."
"What the fuck... are you telling me to go away now?!” Fujigaya sounded outraged.
Kitayama just stared at him with the most serious expression he could manage. Being a jerk with him was acceptable, but being a jerk with his friends was an entirely different matter.
Kitayama was aware of how much Miyata cared about Tamamori, the barman at the Illegal. He surely didn’t want him to listen to any of the stories that involved details about how Fujigaya usually took care of the members of the staff at the club. That would have been definitely too much for Miyata.
Kitayama knew Fujigaya was just upset because somebody found him in that situation. Part of him hoped he was upset not only because someone found them, but because they had been interrupted as they were about to spend some pleasant time together. Whichever the case was, Miyata was in the position to be targeted for anything. Even if Fujigaya sometimes wasn’t mean intentionally, he could really hurt people with his words if he wished to.
Fujigaya frowned and walked back towards his car without a word..
“Are you sure about that? He looked pretty annoyed.” Miyata asked after they couldn’t hear the sound of Fujigaya’s car anymore.
“He’s just too much sometimes.” Kitayama shrugged. “I can’t be bothered with all the things that annoy him. Who cares about him tonight. Let’s just go home and watch something, okay? I can see you have ice-cream in that conbini bag.”
--
After that, Fujigaya started to avoid Kitayama manifestly. He was so resolved to ignore him that whenever he saw Kitayama coming towards him in the club, Fujigaya just turned the other way and changed direction.
Kitayama wasn’t really cool about it. At first, he convinced himself he didn’t care that much about him (why would a jerk like that be of any importance?), but when Fujigaya started appearing in his field of vision just to disappear again purposely, he started to feel a bit lonely. Not to mention the fact that Fujigaya was avoiding to look at him even during his performances.
Kitayama loved when Fujigaya looked at him dancing on the stage of the Illegal. His look had the power to make him feel appreciated more than any other attention others could give him. He loved to feel that way and he loved to have those eyes just for himself after work was over. He failed to deny to himself that he had become quite attached to the other’s presence.
After a week, he shoved his pride aside and tried to talk to him. All he said was just a formal greeting but Fujigaya looked at him indignantly and left without even replying.
The same situation kept on happening whenever Kitayama tried to speak to him. He started to feel frustrated. He was also angry at himself. Why couldn’t he just let him go? He was obviously doing his game by giving him so much importance. First of all, why was Fujigaya the one to feel offended? He was acting like Kitayama had done something wrong, but that wasn’t the case at all. Also, Kitayama had been the first to talk to him again after the fight. But he couldn’t help it. Even if he hated to admit it, there was something that attracted him to Fujigaya and he knew he couldn’t just leave things like that and let everything end over such a small, insignificant matter.
--
“This can’t go on like this.” Yokoo said shaking his head.
“What?” Kitayama asked, startled by the other boss sudden appearance behind him.
“I’m talking about you and Fujigaya. I’m sure something happened between you two. And now he’s being a jerk and ignoring you.”
Kitayama did try to play the innocent, but eventually gave up and with a sigh revealed that what Yokoo had just said was exactly what had been going on between them. It was true that Yokoo knew everything after all. Or maybe they both were too obvious.
“I just don’t know what to do.” Kitayama wailed.
“Don’t think that asking me would solve anything. I stopped trying to understand that guy long time ago. I just... go with the flow.”
“Going with the flow...” Kitayama repeated while nodding.
“What I don’t like is that you are not dancing with the same energy as before. You are always looking around. Always searching for him.”
“Really? I... I didn’t know I was...”
“And you didn’t even quit at this point. I must admit you have guts. All the other dancers left when the situation started to get as bad as it is now. That Fujigaya is ruining our business. I seriously don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t even blame you for wanting to leave...”
“I have no intention of quitting.”
I have no intention of looking for him while I dance tonight. I have no intention of leaving things as they are now. I don’t want to go with the flow. I want to change the flow. Kitayama thought, suddenly fired up.
Yokoo was pleased by the determination in Kitayama’s tone as he announced he wasn’t leaving, but hoped he wouldn’t become another type of problem. He had seen quite a lot of people going crazy near Fujigaya.
Kitayama walked towards the stage with an attitude so powerful that everyone moved aside to let him pass. The other dancers on stage stopped dancing when they saw him approaching. Kitayama jumped on the stage and started dancing. He wanted Fujigaya to look. It would have been impossible not to look. All the people in the club were immediately ravished by his movements, by the way he looked so comfortable, by his body conveying all the feelings he wanted to let out in that exact moment.
Just fucking look at me...
And Fujigaya did.
--
“What the fuck was that?” Kitayama asked, leaning on the door of Fujigaya’s car.
Fujigaya pressed the car key button to open his car and tried to reach for the handle, completely ignoring Kitayama who moved to the side at first, then placed a hand on the door to keep it closed.
“Move away.” Fujigaya ordered.
“No.”
Fujigaya turned to look at the other’s face. Kitayama was still standing next to him with his arm stretched and his hand flat on the car’s window. His determined eyes were looking up into Fujigaya’s bored eyes.
“Listen, I don’t know what you believe happened between us but now it’s over. That was the past, let’s move on blabla.”
“Is this your usual break up line with your lovers? Because it sucks. I expected you to be a lot better with this sort of things, since you have so much experience in dumping people.”
“Why won’t you just leave like the others?” Fujigaya sighed.
“Because I won’t. I won’t leave. You can leave if you want.”
“You’re not letting me open the car’s door.”
“That’s because you have to listen to what I have to say first.”
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“Well, you fucking have no choice.”
Fujigaya tried to push away Kitayama, but Kitayama bounced back, and grabbed his shirt pushing him against the car.
“You are the most annoying person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You just take what you want and never give back anything, you are selfish, spoiled, teasing and exasperating. You treat people like they were shit and you are not even sorry. You are wrong and you act like you are right. I bet everyone tells you so. I bet this is what you want everyone to see about you. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about how annoying you are because I was happy just with you looking at me with those eyes from that stupid loft. And turns out that even if you try to ignore me, I can still make your eyes turn my way and give me that look. So I don’t give a damn about what you say or not say to me, because your eyes are not lying!”
Fujigaya didn’t utter a single word and kept on staring down at him, unconcerned, or at least, trying to look so. Kitayama grinded his teeth, resisting the urge to hit Fujigaya on his pretty face.
“And you know what? I won’t leave. I’ll never give you this reward. You’ll have to keep looking at me because that’s all you can do from your stupid balcony.”
Fujigaya gulped.
“So you’re not quitting?”
Kitayama sighed and released his grip on him, letting him go and moved a step away from the car.
“I already told you I won’t. I really like this job, I said,” and I like you, fuck.
He felt empty now. Did he say all he wanted to say or did he forgot something? He wasn’t sure his message had gone through the right way, but at least it had left his mind. He couldn’t really think about anything else now. He was still raging but he wasn’t even sure why. Was that it? What was he doing all this for? Was it worth the effort?
“You can go now. I have nothing else to say.”
Fujigaya just stood there looking confused for another minute, then he entered his car and turned the engine on. He moved the car away from the parking spot and started driving. Kitayama stood there, looking at the floor and feeling rather dull. After having driven around the car park once, Fujigaya’s car stopped at his side.
“Jump up.”
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