Fanfiction - I Can't Go Back (Chapter 4)
Title: I Can't Go Back. (Chapter 4)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takaki Yuya X OC (Suzuki Ryouhei), Takaki Yuya X Yabu Kouta
Rating: Overall: NC-17 - Current: R
Summary: While Yuya is staying away from his boyfriend, he and Kouta take some time to reflect on how their relationship started. Yuya dreams a bad dream and wakes up to bad news.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Angst, Language, Perv?
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
This is as close as I'm getting to smut. And it's not really smut. It's rated R for language and some sexy talk.
Kouta stared down at his phone, leaning against the counter. Yuya had just hung up on him? Okay, so it wasn't really the first time he'd done that before, Kouta's boyfriend did sometimes have quite the temper.
He wanted to ask questions, go looking for him, or at least ask one of the co-workers if he knew about Yuya. But a little voice in the back of his head said he should give his boyfriend a bit of space...
The rest of the evening passed by Kouta, so deep was he in this befuddled mood. Yuya was all that he could think of right now. The other's image danced through his mind, his voice haunted his ears, that gentle touch ghosting over Kouta's cheek.
It wasn't like their relationship was perfect. Yuya didn't tell him everything,though well, the distance had been much smaller lately. Just thinking about their relationship made Kouta smile.
***
“Will you get out of my way, Yabu!” Hand on his slender hips, fiery Takaki Yuya was staring him down in frustration. Kouta smirked, just to irritate him and refrained from moving his legs, just like Yuya wanted him to. It was fun seeing the younger guy get worked up like this...it was kind of hot too.
“I don't know....” Kouta drawled, leaning back, stretching his legs out even more. “I'm pretty comfy....”
The younger man's poisonous glare made him shudder. He was actually pretty scary...but Kouta was having too much fun to quit. “Fuck. You.” The other quickly lashed out vocally and physically, his boot quickly coming up to meet Kouta's calf. “Go play in traffic...”
Grimacing, Kouta watched the other walk away. Oh, that kick had hurt...but it was worth seeing Yuya get worked up over nothing. That tight ass walking away from him.
***
Yuya curled up, not really sure how he'd ended up sleeping on his boss's couch. Somehow he'd been invited to stay over for dinner and then for the night. Everything buzzed around him as he listened to Yuuri in the other room, talking non-stop.
Ryouhei. Kouta. Ryouhei. Kouta.
His thoughts bounced between the two names and faces. He didn't even try to delve into his feelings, they were too confused. He merely thought about the two of them. Marveling slightly, Yuya began to realize how different he related to the two. With Ryouhei, they'd been called a couple more then once, though Ryouhei had always said something along the lines of 'It's not possible, I'm sorry'. Kouta was completely different...Half the time they spent in each other's presence before they'd started dating had been spent fighting.
Ah, it was like yesterday.
***
“You are such a self centered brat!” The pure anger in Kouta's eyes made Yuya feel taken aback but he didn't want to back down. Squaring his shoulders, he twisted, glaring at the man pinning his arms behind his back.
“I'm the brat?” He snarled. “Look who's talking, asshole.” He promptly stomped back on the other's foot.
“SHIT!” Kouta howled and Yuya knew he'd gotten him. Well, that was like, the tenth time he'd stamped on that spot, so it was no surprise. Yabu Kouta had a very nice body, but he wasn't Superman. One more stomp and Kouta was letting go of him. “Dammit, Takaki, why do you have to be so FUCKI--”
The slap cut his words of. Yuya hadn't even realized he'd slapped Kouta until the red blossomed over the other's cheek. “Fuck. You.” Those words always seemed to be coming out of his mouth around Kouta, but he couldn't help it. Kouta drove him nuts!
“....No. Fuck you.” Kouta leaned in closer, anger mixing with something very, very different. Just as hot, but definitely different. “Maybe I should...”
For once, no words at all came out of Yuya, a shiver running down his spine. That hadn't been expected at all. He took a step back and Kouta took a step forward, that infuriating smirk on his face. A squeak that he would later deny escaped from Yuya and his body reacted before his mind did. Foot sweeping out, he easily dropped Kouta onto his butt. There were no words to be said, Yuya just escaped as quickly as possible, an impossible heat spreading over his cheeks.
***
Kouta lay awake in bed. Sure, there had been times when Yuya didn't come home, but those were different! Kouta couldn't help but worry about Yuya when he was being...secretive. His thoughts were filled with the other. All he wanted to do was wrap the smaller male up in his arms and tell him how much he loved him.
Anyone who'd known them over the last few years would have been surprised. Kouta's friend's had always wondered how he'd started dating 'that spoiled cheeky brat' that he was always talking about, just as Kouta was sure Yuya's friends couldn't imagine him dating that 'pushy idiot', or whatever. It had just happened.
***
“Yabu Kouta, would you please just get out of my life? Since obviously you're not going to listen to a word I'm saying.” Kouta glanced down at the very aggravated male he was hovering over. Grinning wider, Kouta didn't move. Of course he wasn't listening to what Yuya was saying. He was too busy memorizing ever little detail of Yuya. The way he spoke, the way his eyes moved, the way he flicked his wrist to emphasize something.
“Admit it, you like the attention.” He said, slightly offbeat.
“In your dreams.” Yuya retorted with an eyeroll.
“Oh...You are in my dreams.” Kouta shamelessly admitted, smirking and leaning in just a bit more. “Do you wanna hear about it?”
Yuya stood and side-stepped. “You are so GROSS!!!” The guy went to walk away, but Kouta snaked his arms around the other's waist, pulling him back close. “YABU KOUTA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Was promptly yowled at him.
“I'm just wondering.” He answered, holding Yuya in a way he hoped would prevent any unwanted injury to his body. “If you're really that beautiful underneath it all.”
There was a slight struggle in his arms. “Underneath what?” Yuya snapped as he tried to just wriggle free.
“Underneath....” Kouta leaned in so his lips were nearly touching Yuya's. The other was wide-eyed and surprised, clearly. Kouta almost felt like he was taking advantage of the other, but he knew Yuya could easily have him on the ground in pain by now. “Underneath your clothes....underneath this cold face of yours...” He took a chance and held Yuya with just one arm, his now free hand tracing over the other's lips. “I know there something here besides the bitchy little brat you are.”
There was a long moment of silence. And then Kouta was on the ground, curling up in a ball, red hot pain spreading from his groin, so intense, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing. “...You know, for two seconds, I almost believed there was something more to you then a cock. I was so wrong.” He heard the other click his tongue and then walk away.
Way to be owned?
It was a few more days before Kouta ran into Yuya again. Yuya's eyes flicked over his face and then just moved on, as if dismissing his very existence. As if the last incident wasn't enough to get under Kouta's skin. “Hey!” He caught the other's hand. “What's up with this?” He demanded.
“What's up with what?” Yuya quickly extracted his arm.
“You totally want me.” Kouta answered firmly. “So why this whole ice thing still?”
Yuya's eyes were rolling again. “Your ego still manages to amaze me...” He turned to walk away and Kouta grabbed his hand again.
“You're such a brat, goddammit!” He swore.
“I didn't ask you to be in my life still.” Yuya pointed out. “If you don't like the way I am, you can leave.”
“I know you're not a bitch like this...” Somewhere in there, anyways. Really, he knew it was just him! He saw Yuya being all sweet and nice around others, and while a part of him was flattered that he saw a different side of Yuya, this wasn't exactly the side he was interested in seeing.
“Oh. My. God.” Yuya brought his hands to his face, hiding behind them for a moment. “I swear. Fuck. Off.”
“What is your fucking problem?” Kouta refused to quit, not this time.
“You're my fucking problem!”
“You're just so stubborn, that's your problem.”
“Oh, thank you Yabu Kouta, I really just needed to hear what you think my problems are. I guess I don't pay attention to myself enough. You certainly don't and if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to cripple you.” Yuya mocked at him, tossing his head.
“You're just denying it now.” Kouta returned, smirking.
Yuya gave that familiar little noise of frustration. “You...You....Dammit.” Those burning eyes met Kouta and he braced for the ultimate pain to come....Takaki was really good with his knees.
“Yeah?”
“......Fuck.” Yuya stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
And Kouta obeyed him.
The rest of the night, Kouta discovered that he loved every single bit of Yuya. His soft skin, his long legs, his dark brown eyes. The way he screamed out Kouta's name, to the way he purred and begged. From the way he writhed underneath him, to the way he snuggled and smiled sleepily. Kouta loved ever single last bit of Takaki Yuya. Kouta couldn't even believe that he was actually holding Takaki Yuya in his arms, the other slowly falling asleep. His mind wandered over the past few hours. Something more then just passion had ignited within him and he tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of Yuya's face.
“....I think love you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against Yuya's. Yuya stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Kouta could feel a small smile on the other's lips.
“...I think I love you too.” The words were soft, but they were enough.
***
Later on, it wasn't just a possibility. They really did love each other...
***
Yuya was dreaming, dreaming mindlessly as he curled up tight on the couch.
He was walking through a frozen city, everything immobile except him. He didn't know what he was looking for, but something drove him to stride through street after street. There was something he needed to do...But what was it?
“Yu-yan...” He whirled, hearing Kouta's voice ghost through the street he was in. “Yu-yan....Come here...”
“Kou-chan?” Yuya walked towards where he thought the voice was coming from. “Where are you?”
He walked for what felt like an eternity, searching for Kouta. He just was never in sight. Always around another corner, his voice so close but so far.
“Yu-yan...I'm right here.” The voice was suddenly right behind him and Yuya turned, eager to see Kouta.
Only it wasn't Kouta. It was Ryouhei who was holding out his hand, smiling, calling out that little nickname. Ryouhei.
Yuya jerked back awake, flailing slightly, the sheets all tangled up around him. He look around wildly, lost for a moment before remembering...he had already told Kouta he wasn't going to be home...and he was at his boss's house. Burying his face in the pillow, he trembled, trying to dispel the unease he felt.
It took a while, but he finally fell back asleep, this time a dreamless one. Only to be woken up a second time a mere hour later (it was now 3 AM). Yuuri was making such a racket, Yuya got up, wrapping the blanket around his slender frame, over the borrowed pajamas. “Wh-what's going on?” He asked, throat dry.
“I just got a call from R-ryouhei.” Yuuri looked absolutely panicky. “I g-gave it to him, just in case. He sounded awful! He was trying to tell me something, something about who was shooting at him, but a nurse took the phone away...she said something about him relapsing or something...I don't know, but I told him I'd head over.” The boy babbled on for a little while.
“There is no way you are going right now.” Yuya's boss was right behind him, already dressed, pulling her coat on. “Takaki, get dressed, we're heading over to the hospital.” She held up a hand, briskly halting any protest from Yuuri. “You will stay here, okay?” She said sternly.
“....Fine...” Yuuri fidgeted. “You'll call me...just in case, right?” He looked from his aunt to Yuya.
“We will.” She confirmed. “I promise.”
Yuya nodded and took the offered coat. No time to get dressed, they needed to get to Ryouhei. That knot inside Yuya had grown, his body now refusing to relax at all.
But he was already starting the car. There was no going back.
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takaki Yuya X OC (Suzuki Ryouhei), Takaki Yuya X Yabu Kouta
Rating: Overall: NC-17 - Current: R
Summary: While Yuya is staying away from his boyfriend, he and Kouta take some time to reflect on how their relationship started. Yuya dreams a bad dream and wakes up to bad news.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Angst, Language, Perv?
A/N: Beta'd by dritree <3
This is as close as I'm getting to smut. And it's not really smut. It's rated R for language and some sexy talk.
Kouta stared down at his phone, leaning against the counter. Yuya had just hung up on him? Okay, so it wasn't really the first time he'd done that before, Kouta's boyfriend did sometimes have quite the temper.
He wanted to ask questions, go looking for him, or at least ask one of the co-workers if he knew about Yuya. But a little voice in the back of his head said he should give his boyfriend a bit of space...
The rest of the evening passed by Kouta, so deep was he in this befuddled mood. Yuya was all that he could think of right now. The other's image danced through his mind, his voice haunted his ears, that gentle touch ghosting over Kouta's cheek.
It wasn't like their relationship was perfect. Yuya didn't tell him everything,though well, the distance had been much smaller lately. Just thinking about their relationship made Kouta smile.
***
“Will you get out of my way, Yabu!” Hand on his slender hips, fiery Takaki Yuya was staring him down in frustration. Kouta smirked, just to irritate him and refrained from moving his legs, just like Yuya wanted him to. It was fun seeing the younger guy get worked up like this...it was kind of hot too.
“I don't know....” Kouta drawled, leaning back, stretching his legs out even more. “I'm pretty comfy....”
The younger man's poisonous glare made him shudder. He was actually pretty scary...but Kouta was having too much fun to quit. “Fuck. You.” The other quickly lashed out vocally and physically, his boot quickly coming up to meet Kouta's calf. “Go play in traffic...”
Grimacing, Kouta watched the other walk away. Oh, that kick had hurt...but it was worth seeing Yuya get worked up over nothing. That tight ass walking away from him.
***
Yuya curled up, not really sure how he'd ended up sleeping on his boss's couch. Somehow he'd been invited to stay over for dinner and then for the night. Everything buzzed around him as he listened to Yuuri in the other room, talking non-stop.
Ryouhei. Kouta. Ryouhei. Kouta.
His thoughts bounced between the two names and faces. He didn't even try to delve into his feelings, they were too confused. He merely thought about the two of them. Marveling slightly, Yuya began to realize how different he related to the two. With Ryouhei, they'd been called a couple more then once, though Ryouhei had always said something along the lines of 'It's not possible, I'm sorry'. Kouta was completely different...Half the time they spent in each other's presence before they'd started dating had been spent fighting.
Ah, it was like yesterday.
***
“You are such a self centered brat!” The pure anger in Kouta's eyes made Yuya feel taken aback but he didn't want to back down. Squaring his shoulders, he twisted, glaring at the man pinning his arms behind his back.
“I'm the brat?” He snarled. “Look who's talking, asshole.” He promptly stomped back on the other's foot.
“SHIT!” Kouta howled and Yuya knew he'd gotten him. Well, that was like, the tenth time he'd stamped on that spot, so it was no surprise. Yabu Kouta had a very nice body, but he wasn't Superman. One more stomp and Kouta was letting go of him. “Dammit, Takaki, why do you have to be so FUCKI--”
The slap cut his words of. Yuya hadn't even realized he'd slapped Kouta until the red blossomed over the other's cheek. “Fuck. You.” Those words always seemed to be coming out of his mouth around Kouta, but he couldn't help it. Kouta drove him nuts!
“....No. Fuck you.” Kouta leaned in closer, anger mixing with something very, very different. Just as hot, but definitely different. “Maybe I should...”
For once, no words at all came out of Yuya, a shiver running down his spine. That hadn't been expected at all. He took a step back and Kouta took a step forward, that infuriating smirk on his face. A squeak that he would later deny escaped from Yuya and his body reacted before his mind did. Foot sweeping out, he easily dropped Kouta onto his butt. There were no words to be said, Yuya just escaped as quickly as possible, an impossible heat spreading over his cheeks.
***
Kouta lay awake in bed. Sure, there had been times when Yuya didn't come home, but those were different! Kouta couldn't help but worry about Yuya when he was being...secretive. His thoughts were filled with the other. All he wanted to do was wrap the smaller male up in his arms and tell him how much he loved him.
Anyone who'd known them over the last few years would have been surprised. Kouta's friend's had always wondered how he'd started dating 'that spoiled cheeky brat' that he was always talking about, just as Kouta was sure Yuya's friends couldn't imagine him dating that 'pushy idiot', or whatever. It had just happened.
***
“Yabu Kouta, would you please just get out of my life? Since obviously you're not going to listen to a word I'm saying.” Kouta glanced down at the very aggravated male he was hovering over. Grinning wider, Kouta didn't move. Of course he wasn't listening to what Yuya was saying. He was too busy memorizing ever little detail of Yuya. The way he spoke, the way his eyes moved, the way he flicked his wrist to emphasize something.
“Admit it, you like the attention.” He said, slightly offbeat.
“In your dreams.” Yuya retorted with an eyeroll.
“Oh...You are in my dreams.” Kouta shamelessly admitted, smirking and leaning in just a bit more. “Do you wanna hear about it?”
Yuya stood and side-stepped. “You are so GROSS!!!” The guy went to walk away, but Kouta snaked his arms around the other's waist, pulling him back close. “YABU KOUTA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Was promptly yowled at him.
“I'm just wondering.” He answered, holding Yuya in a way he hoped would prevent any unwanted injury to his body. “If you're really that beautiful underneath it all.”
There was a slight struggle in his arms. “Underneath what?” Yuya snapped as he tried to just wriggle free.
“Underneath....” Kouta leaned in so his lips were nearly touching Yuya's. The other was wide-eyed and surprised, clearly. Kouta almost felt like he was taking advantage of the other, but he knew Yuya could easily have him on the ground in pain by now. “Underneath your clothes....underneath this cold face of yours...” He took a chance and held Yuya with just one arm, his now free hand tracing over the other's lips. “I know there something here besides the bitchy little brat you are.”
There was a long moment of silence. And then Kouta was on the ground, curling up in a ball, red hot pain spreading from his groin, so intense, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing. “...You know, for two seconds, I almost believed there was something more to you then a cock. I was so wrong.” He heard the other click his tongue and then walk away.
Way to be owned?
It was a few more days before Kouta ran into Yuya again. Yuya's eyes flicked over his face and then just moved on, as if dismissing his very existence. As if the last incident wasn't enough to get under Kouta's skin. “Hey!” He caught the other's hand. “What's up with this?” He demanded.
“What's up with what?” Yuya quickly extracted his arm.
“You totally want me.” Kouta answered firmly. “So why this whole ice thing still?”
Yuya's eyes were rolling again. “Your ego still manages to amaze me...” He turned to walk away and Kouta grabbed his hand again.
“You're such a brat, goddammit!” He swore.
“I didn't ask you to be in my life still.” Yuya pointed out. “If you don't like the way I am, you can leave.”
“I know you're not a bitch like this...” Somewhere in there, anyways. Really, he knew it was just him! He saw Yuya being all sweet and nice around others, and while a part of him was flattered that he saw a different side of Yuya, this wasn't exactly the side he was interested in seeing.
“Oh. My. God.” Yuya brought his hands to his face, hiding behind them for a moment. “I swear. Fuck. Off.”
“What is your fucking problem?” Kouta refused to quit, not this time.
“You're my fucking problem!”
“You're just so stubborn, that's your problem.”
“Oh, thank you Yabu Kouta, I really just needed to hear what you think my problems are. I guess I don't pay attention to myself enough. You certainly don't and if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to cripple you.” Yuya mocked at him, tossing his head.
“You're just denying it now.” Kouta returned, smirking.
Yuya gave that familiar little noise of frustration. “You...You....Dammit.” Those burning eyes met Kouta and he braced for the ultimate pain to come....Takaki was really good with his knees.
“Yeah?”
“......Fuck.” Yuya stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
And Kouta obeyed him.
The rest of the night, Kouta discovered that he loved every single bit of Yuya. His soft skin, his long legs, his dark brown eyes. The way he screamed out Kouta's name, to the way he purred and begged. From the way he writhed underneath him, to the way he snuggled and smiled sleepily. Kouta loved ever single last bit of Takaki Yuya. Kouta couldn't even believe that he was actually holding Takaki Yuya in his arms, the other slowly falling asleep. His mind wandered over the past few hours. Something more then just passion had ignited within him and he tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of Yuya's face.
“....I think love you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against Yuya's. Yuya stirred and his eyes fluttered open. Kouta could feel a small smile on the other's lips.
“...I think I love you too.” The words were soft, but they were enough.
***
Later on, it wasn't just a possibility. They really did love each other...
***
Yuya was dreaming, dreaming mindlessly as he curled up tight on the couch.
He was walking through a frozen city, everything immobile except him. He didn't know what he was looking for, but something drove him to stride through street after street. There was something he needed to do...But what was it?
“Yu-yan...” He whirled, hearing Kouta's voice ghost through the street he was in. “Yu-yan....Come here...”
“Kou-chan?” Yuya walked towards where he thought the voice was coming from. “Where are you?”
He walked for what felt like an eternity, searching for Kouta. He just was never in sight. Always around another corner, his voice so close but so far.
“Yu-yan...I'm right here.” The voice was suddenly right behind him and Yuya turned, eager to see Kouta.
Only it wasn't Kouta. It was Ryouhei who was holding out his hand, smiling, calling out that little nickname. Ryouhei.
Yuya jerked back awake, flailing slightly, the sheets all tangled up around him. He look around wildly, lost for a moment before remembering...he had already told Kouta he wasn't going to be home...and he was at his boss's house. Burying his face in the pillow, he trembled, trying to dispel the unease he felt.
It took a while, but he finally fell back asleep, this time a dreamless one. Only to be woken up a second time a mere hour later (it was now 3 AM). Yuuri was making such a racket, Yuya got up, wrapping the blanket around his slender frame, over the borrowed pajamas. “Wh-what's going on?” He asked, throat dry.
“I just got a call from R-ryouhei.” Yuuri looked absolutely panicky. “I g-gave it to him, just in case. He sounded awful! He was trying to tell me something, something about who was shooting at him, but a nurse took the phone away...she said something about him relapsing or something...I don't know, but I told him I'd head over.” The boy babbled on for a little while.
“There is no way you are going right now.” Yuya's boss was right behind him, already dressed, pulling her coat on. “Takaki, get dressed, we're heading over to the hospital.” She held up a hand, briskly halting any protest from Yuuri. “You will stay here, okay?” She said sternly.
“....Fine...” Yuuri fidgeted. “You'll call me...just in case, right?” He looked from his aunt to Yuya.
“We will.” She confirmed. “I promise.”
Yuya nodded and took the offered coat. No time to get dressed, they needed to get to Ryouhei. That knot inside Yuya had grown, his body now refusing to relax at all.
But he was already starting the car. There was no going back.