fic: Orchids
Title: Orchids
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Hiroto/Ryu/Jin/Kame/Shuuji. Oh my god, what have I done.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Humour
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: When Kame and Jin get together again in 2007, Kame finds himself awkwardly faced with three of his very familiar replicas the man has managed to take in during their break-up. He ends up discovering more of himself than what he had originally intended to.
Author Note: Umm, I was supposed to just write some sort of KamexKame because I just felt like it and wanted to do some sort of crack to cheer myself up. …Then something happened. I blame Jin and Kame’s sex appeal. Damn you, sexy men. Damn you.
And I also blame the community capslock_turtle for the brainwash.
THEY'RE A BIT OOC BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET DEEP INTO THEM AND IT WAS SORT OF CRACK-ISH ANYWAY AND THEY'RE FUCKING WHICH TOTALLY MAKES UP FOR IT. HI.
Wordcount: 4,300
Orchids
“Are you serious?” Kame asks Jin, his eyebrows disappearing behind his fringe. “Tell me you aren’t serious?”
“Umm. About that,” Jin coughs and scratches his nape nervously. When Kame glares at him he sees the flushed cheeks and forehead glistening with sweat. “…About that…”
In the end, all Kame can do is sigh, shake his head, cross his arms and stare uninterestedly at the two dangerously familiar replicas of himself sitting on his boyfriend’s bed. He isn’t really sure if he wants to know - they haven’t seen much of each other behind the scenes in nearly a year due to Jin’s language trip to America and the terrible argument they had gotten into, so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. Wait, no, it still didn’t justify it. It was just freaky and disturbing. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t want to know more,” he states as he stares of Odagiri Ryu and Kanzaki Hiroto, both seemingly awkward and uncomfortable on the bed, Ryu hiding it pretty decently, though. Jin’s blush deepens.
He decides it’s just better to walk off and avoid getting more disturbed. The doorbell rings and he happily goes to the door to answer it, only to find a sweating and panting Yamapi behind it, pushing something (or rather someone) in his arms, probably oblivious to the identity of the person who really opened the door.
“SORRY JIN, THE TRAFFIC WAS HELL,” the man pants. “You can keep him now. Planning on seeing Kame? Are you gonna tell him?”
Kame stares eye to eye into the eyes of another replica, thin and bony in his arms as wide brown eyes stare at him. He closes his eyes and groans, slamming the door shut from in front of a very surprised Yamapi’s face.
“JIN!?” he roars furiously and stomps back, following the escaping whimpers as the older man locks himself in the bathroom. “I CHANGED MY MIND, I REALLY WANT AN EXPLANATION!”
Kiritani Shuuji joins the rest of the replica gang, closing the door behind him and starting to fix his ruffled hair after pulling out a mirror from his pocket.
“This is so not good,” he mumbles and Odagiri falls on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling uninterestedly as he listens to the loud ruckus and door-banging echoing from the hallway. Hiroto sighs and looks out of the window, flinching at Ryu’s presence.
Kiritani Shuuji swears something is breaking behind the bedroom door. China, maybe.
Lovers’ quarrels were dangerous to get in the middle to.
--
Kame doesn’t think the world can ever turn back to the way it was as he enjoys his morning coffee in the morning with a very quiet and uneasy Jin and three replicas of himself. There’s a stressed atmosphere that refuses to be broken and it doesn’t take long for Hiroto to excuse himself and walk out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. Ryu isn’t eating anything and Shuuji surprisingly isn’t chiming up about anything but hides behind his fringe as he eats a plain toast.
Kame grits his teeth, glaring at Jin accusingly. Feeling nervous about the presence of his replicas wandering around the house and playing some cardboard game, he even found himself refusing get-together sex the night before. It’s all Jin’s fault, he accuses in his mind and if looks could kill, Jin would be dead meat.
“So. Um,” he tries to break the silence, leaning behind in his chair. Everyone looks at him and even Hiroto manages to time his return from his smoking break to the moment. Kame gulps and studies the people around him.
“Why… are you here?” he asks, cheeks flushing red. Jin whistles in order to seem oblivious to the question and looks out of the window. Shuuji pouts his lips and opens his mouth but Hiroto beats him to it, sitting down on his chair and leaning his elbows on the table.
“Because we’re lost and he took us in,” he answers and nudges his head at Jin’s direction. “Odagiri got into some fight with his boyfriend and the guy run abroad without him, Kiritani got ditched by his friends because his best friend ran somewhere to pursue some girl and my girl just got engaged.”
“…Ouch,” Kame answers, feeling sympathy for the people assembled around the table.
“It felt sort of comforting,” Jin mumbles, ripping his toast in pieces nervously. Kame sighs. It probably would be so. Being apart had done some nasty tricks to him too. If a stray replica of Jin had walked across him on the street he might’ve gone for it too.
“So do you… sleep together?” he coughs, muscles tensing. Jin accidentally knocks his mug over, spilling coffee on the table and making him and Kiritani bounce back out of the hot liquid’s way before the mug rolls over the table’s edge and hits the floor, shattering. Kame gulps, glaring up at Jin, heart pounding angrily.
“Once,” Odagiri answers truthfully. Kame frowns in disgust and disappointment, imagining the two of them together. Or with the others as well?
He isn’t sure if he wants to know.
“I’ll see you at work,” he grumbles at Jin and grabs his bag.
There’s only so many of him that he can take at once.
--
“I was lonely, okay!” Jin begs in the bathroom cubicle he faintly remembers being pushed in. He sits awkwardly on the toilet seat with a flushed face as Jin goes on with his explanations, clearly panicking. “It’s just that… we weren’t together! Even when I got back you were so cold and it looked like you didn’t miss me at all and I was really lonely and then Odagiri just walked across me on the street and he looked so heartbroken and I just needed a heartbroken Kame in my life so I took him in!”
“And the two others?” Kame sighs, starting to rip toilet paper on the floor nervously. He isn’t really sure if he wants to hear Jin’s explanations because they’ll just make him forgive him for his idiotic stunt all over again. Jin always had that magic around him.
“I don’t know, I just came across them and somehow we just all ended up living at my place because they didn’t really have anywhere to go!”
“So you took in three of my replicas and mourned about broken hearts off-camera on your bed?” Kame repeats again. Jin flushes red again and whimpers, proving his point. What a cliché Jin could be.
Sometimes Kame really wonders where the man’s idiocy and odd luck come from.
“Are they staying?”
“I… kind of promised,” Jin mutters, lips awkwardly pursed as he shifts his weight. “That I’d let them stay for as long as they wanted to.”
“Are you going to sleep with them?”
“NO!” Jin cries out, flushing even redder. “I DON’T CHEAT!”
“Shh, Jin, shut the fuck-”
Kame hears the bathroom door opening and holds his breath. Jin freezes and somehow Kame remembers the times some years ago when they used to run off together on breaks and hide in closets and bathroom cubicles making out just for the rush of it. He remembers the close calls of people walking in and having to freeze in extremely uncomfortable positions while waiting for the long dragging moments to pass and the people to leave.
Someone knocks on their door and Jin screams, making Kame bury his hands in his face. So much for hiding.
“Two pairs of feet,” Yokoyama’s voice scolds them as he chuckles amusedly from the other side of the door. “I don’t want to know. Just hide yourselves better.”
Then he whistles and walks off, leaving Kame staring at Jin eyes wide in horror and embarrassment, face burning scarlet.
“It wasn’t me,” Jin tries to mumble in his defense as Kame starts yelling at him again.
--
Everything goes better as he adjusts to it, however. It’s strange being around his three drama characters and he really doesn’t get the logic for their existence, but at least he can honestly say that he understands them - he’s good with picking up their emotions and, even though he wouldn’t really have expected it, they get along well.
He frowns as he finds Kiritani’s old photo book and takes it in his hand. Jin hurries over him towards the bedroom with a toast hanging from his mouth, hands filled with clothes. He can hear a shower running and faintly remembers Kiritani entering the bathroom previously, so he decides to just drop the album off in the guest room for him to find.
When he opens the door he freezes still, trying to progress the unlikely image in front of his eyes. Then he decides that he probably doesn’t get them after all.
A wet and quiet sound of kissing echoes in the room and he can see two half-dressed forms piled up on the bed in a very suggestive position. Hiroto’s legs awkwardly pull Ryu closer and the younger boy rocks their hips together, straining the fabric over his nicely formed ass. Kame can see bare skin brushing bare skin, all similar and smooth like his own, the same little moles, the same little scars.
He senses heat flushing to his face and feels like a voyeur as he stares with widened eyes, stares as Hiroto sits up slightly, plump lips still attached to Ryu’s as they kiss pretty goddamn deeply, tongues brushing gently and disappearing somewhere behind their lips.
There’s a loud scream behind him and Kame slams the door shut in panic. He hears panicky shuffling behind the door and someone hitting the floor with a surprised cry. Hiroto, probably. Jin wraps his arms around him and pulls him away in panic, heart pounding behind him.
“OH MY GOD,” he panics, gripping him so tightly Kame starts fearing for his poor bones. “OH MY GOD, KAME. THEY WERE SO MAKING OUT! OH MY GOD!”
“Hush!” Kame commands him and fights himself loose, grabs Jin by his sleeve and runs to the bedroom with him, slamming the door shut. He can hear wet footsteps on the floor as Kiritani approaches the guest room. Then there’s another loud bang of the door and the steps quickly get back in the bathroom. He hears the shower running again. He grimaces for the sake of Shuuji.
“Oh my god!” Jin whimpers again, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. “That was so. So. Freaky. Woah.”
The image is still crystal clear before Kame’s eyes and he feels something tighten around his chest as he recalls it, recalls two of him making out on the bed on top of each other, too occupied with each other to even notice him entering. Then again, he hadn’t really made much noise as he opened the door.
“Kame, are you horny?” Jin asks him after a while and Kame blinks stupidly, trying to progress Jin’s words.
“Huh?”
Jin stares at him with his mouth hanging open and Kame feels awkward. He frowns and looks down, flushing red as he sees the bulge in his jeans. Oh fucking hell.
“I’m not,” he immediately tries to excuse himself, even if he already knows that Jin won’t buy it. “No I’m not. Shut up, Jin, that’s just sick!”
“You are!” Jin cries out, pointing at him accusingly. “You were staring at them! Oh my god, you’re into them!”
“NO I’M NOT!” Kame roars in panic. “I JUST FROZE!”
“You think you could make out with one of them for me?”
Kame stares at Jin’s hopefully gleaming puppy eyes and throws a lube tube at him from the table.
“Go fuck yourself, you pervert.”
“Kame~”
He leaves the room and takes maybe a bit too long look at water-dripping Shuuji exiting the shower again. Then he just feels guilty like a pedophile-voyeur.
“You think they’re finished?” Shuuji asks him awkwardly. Kame strains his ears and frowns, patting Shuuji’s shoulder.
“I’d leave them alone for at least an hour more. You’ll learn how high your durability can be,” he mumbles and Shuuji flushes scarlet, looking up at him.
Why did everything seem somehow perverted now? He frowns and quickly walks back to Jin in the bedroom, jumps on the bed and claims the surprised man’s lips. He is still kind of excited and the thought of running into anyone else in the household feels way too freaky and disturbing.
Damn Akanishi household. It was all Jin’s fault.
--
Ryu has kissable lips, he admits while he whimpers and wraps his arms around the young man’s neck, pulling him closer as he proceeds to answer to the tempting sucks and smooches. Ryu’s tongue brushes his and Kame’s nails scratch his naked chest.
Ryu’s quiet. The only sounds that emerge from his flushed and excited form are heavier sighs and heaves, occasional pants and gasps of air - no moans, no murmurs, no lovely little wails like Jin. Ryu’s job seems to be emerging sounds from him he notices as he feels fingers brushing his length. He gasps and wails quietly as he gets pushed down.
Then there’s suddenly Hiroto there too, sitting beside him and kissing Ryu who’s currently positioned between his legs. Kame feels something burning in his stomach and blood rushing to his lower regions as he watches, watches their crooked noses bumping together, watches Ryu’s index finger playing and pulling on the ring-necklace hanging around Hiroto’s neck. He whimpers and runs his own fingers up and down Hiroto’s arm, making the man break the kiss. Ryu’s lips still stay attached, though, and Kame watches as Hiroto’s eyes flutter shut momentarily because Ryu seems to have found a very familiar spot behind his ear, one which’s pleasure Kame clearly knows, knows way too well and recognizes in the man’s glazed eyes as his eyes falter.
He’s being pulled up again, pulled up to sit on his knees while Hiroto pulls him on his lap, erection poking against the flesh of Kame’s behind. Kame breathes heavily and tries to look back but Ryu distracts him by kissing his lips again, kissing his cheekbones and running his fingers down his neck and chest. He pinches his nipples and Kame rakes his nails over his slim back, enjoying the feeling and smirking contently to himself.
Ryu falls on his back on the bed, surrounded by warm and ruffled sheets. Hiroto pushes him over him and spreads his buttocks, kissing his lower back gently and entering a lubricated finger (when had he even gotten lube?). Kame moans and throws his head back, feeling Ryu’s sweaty palms caressing his chest. Ryu’s all open and ready for him and he enters, being the midblock of the pile. Ryu arches his back on the sheets, gripping them and heaving out heavily, eyes closed in pleasure. Hiroto’s arms wrap around him and pull him back so that his body is curved backwards in a way that intensifies the overwhelming sensations.
Then there’s pounding, a fucking lot of fucking and Ryu and Hiroto and he comes, ejaculating inside the familiar cavern. He wonders if he feels the same and chuckles, laughing at the absurdity of the situation, laughing at the turn-on his own body can be.
Then his eyes open and he stares eye to eye with Jin, feeling uncomfortable in his boxers. Unfortunately, though, he notices that he isn’t hard, not anymore - his boxers are wet and make him grimace. Jin beams at him happily in the darkness, chuckling amusedly.
“You were so fantasizing about yourself there,” he teases him. “‘Oh Ryu… Ryu… Hirotooo..!’”
Kame flushes scarlet and gets up. He fears of going crazy.
“So was it good?”
“Fuck you, Jin,” he says and throws his dirty boxers at the man’s face. Jin snickers and waves them in the air before he sniffs at them, making Kame frown in disgust. Sometimes Jin was just plain disgusting.
He can’t really get excited about himself, can he?
--
“Hiroto and Ryu are sleeping together,” Shuuji mutters to him on the lunch table. Kame strains his ears and grimaces as he hears the faint sound of headboard hitting the wall in a way too familiar way.
“I wonder how long that will last…” Kame mutters, still disbelieving about the unlikely match. Just… no.
Then again, they had both experienced a painful loss. Maybe there was a chance for them if it was just the right time and right place. Sometimes unlikely things happened.
Well, he was still skeptical about it. Not to mention it was like twins fucking each other. Sick. Just purely sick.
“I’ve never had sex,” Shuuji admits and Kame accidentally snorts orange juice through his nose. Shuuji stares at him as he tries to wipe it away with his sleeve, eyes watering.
“UH-HUH.”
“Do you want to?” Jin beams in the conversation, a scary smile plastered on his face. Kame shakes his head in refusal, trying to wordlessly tell Jin to shut the fuck up already. “Kame has a thing for you three and I don’t really mind every now and then.”
“Jin. S-shut up,” Kame stutters, glaring at his boyfriend who only shrugs innocently. Innocent his ass, just as innocent as Jin’s dick was. That was certainly not innocent.
“That’s just you,” Shuuji mocks Jin, grimacing. “Oh come on.”
Kame glances at Shuuji and feels heat in his groin. Jin smirks at him knowingly, very, very knowingly. Shuuji turns his eyes at him and his jaw drops.
“Oh.”
Kame looks away and curses. It couldn’t have been that visible, could it?
“So, interested?” Jin continues his pestering. “I’m sure that was a green light from Kame.”
Shuuji barely has time to awkwardly nod before Jin’s pushing both of them to the bedroom and Kame prays for every god in the world to spare him from possible punishment his soon-to-be-committed sins would probably bring his way.
Jin sits on the bed happily and looks at them, obviously waiting. Kame rolls his eyes and looks at Shuuji’s nervous eyes. He isn’t really a child anymore - it’s been years since the last time he had seen the young man (no, not seen, it had been him for god’s sake, what the hell, really!) so… it’s alright, right?
Except for the fact that if he really does it, he’ll be the biggest narcissist of them all…
Oh fucking hell with that.
He awkwardly pulls Shuuji into a kiss and wraps his arms around the small shoulders as he enjoys their lips brushing. Shuuji’s eyes flutter shut and Kame swallows nervously, opening his mouth to deepen the stumbling kiss.
He feels lust for himself as he kisses the mole near Shuuji’s eye and tugs on his hair as he makes him arch his neck in order to get access there. He can hear Jin obscenely unzipping his pants and feels nervous and sort of sorry for letting Shuuji’s first time be a three-some with a very perverted Jin in picture.
Then again, having Jin along with a supporting attitude would be the only way he would ever have the heart to pursue his sudden new kink, namely himself.
He unbuttons Shuuji’s shirt and sucks and bites the small pink buds, listening to Shuuji’s heavier breaths. Shuuji awkwardly plays with his hair, probably unsure of how to be, especially under Jin’s eyes.
Kame would scold him later.
Kame removes their shirts and wraps his arms around Shuuji, pulling him on his lap and kissing him fully on the lips again. Shuuji still tastes faintly of orange juice and his hips press against his, his fingers run through Kame’s hair and Kame feels like he’s losing it dangerously fast as he stares in the mirroring eyes. He hears the sound of Jin kicking his own jeans off and opening a tube of lube but ceases to care as he gropes Shuuji’s ass, making him wince and groan against his neck.
The door opens and Kame stares in shock as Hiroto and Ryu peek in, curious of the sounds. They see Shuuji on his lap and Kame flushes red, starting to become very aware of what they are doing and how bad it really looks. Really is in fact.
Jin’s quickly up, though, pulling the two happily in and pushing them on the bed. The two Kame-look-a-likes flinch at the situation and give each other odd looks as Jin bounces back on the bed, clapping his hands.
“The more the merrier, right?” he beams at them happily. “What happens here, stays here, take or leave!”
Ryu pulls Jin in a kiss and Kame flinches, unsure of whether he really wants to have Ryu kissing his boyfriend because Ryu is in love with Hayato and Jin is Hayato in some odd way as he is the three look-a-likes and it just…
Then Shuuji kisses him again and he loses his track of thought, answering the kiss and pushing him down on the bed, enjoying the mess his hair is as it gets messy and he smirks, smirks happily and pulls him in another kiss, ignoring the sound of kissing and groaning from beside him.
A hand runs down his naked back and suddenly strong arms circle around his lower back. His zipper is pulled down and Kame withdraws from the kiss to see Hiroto pulls his jeans and boxers off, delicate fingers hugging his form.
Ryu joins the pile soon, claiming Hiroto’s lips as his own, his hand somehow tugging on Kame’s quickly growing erection. He cries out pathetically and buries his face in panting Shuuji’s shoulder. Shuuji’s hips rise and legs wrap around his and Kame feels another cock in Ryu’s hand too. He closes his eyes and writhes, feeling hot waves of pleasure running through them.
Ryu and Hiroto withdraw to strip each other and Kame pulls Shuuji’s trousers and boxers properly off. There’s a lot of awkward shuffling where he ends up hugging Hiroto close and enjoying the man’s hot yet tender kisses, Ryu’s small bites around his shoulders and nape and Shuuji’s shaking hand on his erection and lips on his cheekbone. He isn’t sure if it’s all at once or if he’s just too lost in all of it to comprehend time properly anymore, but it makes him wrap his legs around Hiroto and grind their hips together, hot, wet and needy.
Suddenly he finds himself preparing Shuuji for entrance and having someone groping his back and ass. Jin’s familiar lips caress his nape and shoulders and he can hear the man chuckle, can feel Jin’s excitement very well against his buttocks as Jin proceeds to eat him up and prepare him for entrance himself.
There’s a lot of shuffling as they both enter and gasp for air heatedly. Kame and Shuuji both arch their backs but Jin presses closer, rubbing his and Kame’s body intimately together. There’s a mixed scent of five familiar bodies that Kame likes, likes very much as Jin whimpers and jolts over him. Kame looks back and sees Ryu’s nails digging in Jin’s back and suddenly he doesn’t mind at all anymore. Not really. It’s not like Ryu would ever steal Jin away from him anyway.
Not to mention he has a nicely writhing virgin Shuuji under him that he’s supposed to make feel absolutely amazing.
Shuuji wraps his arms around Kame and wails, hips rocking a bit joltingly. It’s hard under the pressure but Kame does his best to pull out and in of him properly in smooth motions, reaching always further and further and making the boy’s eyes roll back in pleasure as he grips him harder closer.
Kame comes with a loud and raspy moan and feels Jin pulling him up more, up and away from Shuuji as he pounds into him. They collapse side by side on the bed, Jin still pushing in and pulling out until he comes.
Kame’s too busy to stick around as he faces Ryu face to face and lets the man kiss him with lips that had visited his boyfriend’s private places, those sinful lips like a rival’s he knew he’d never get properly over with because they were his.
Hiroto enters him gently from behind and Ryu gets down on all fours as he begins giving Kame’s still sore and sensitive member a blowjob. Kame feels his body trembling weakly as he helplessly gasps for air, feeling Hiroto’s arms wrapping gently around him as he fucks him in a sitting position.
The emotions he feels for everyone seem different and it all mixes and becomes overwhelming and crazy and suddenly Kame realizes that he’s amidst the sickest sex session he had ever been to, even sicker than Jin’s questionable kinks whatever they happened to be at times. He manages to grip Ryu’s hair and guides him harshly, body trembling in Hiroto’s hold.
Then he comes again, comes and falls back with Hiroto, falls back on the mattress only to bury his face in the man’s neck and breathe in his sweaty scent. His body is slick with sweat and it still feels almost as if he would’ve been burning up with fever.
When Jin grips him jealously away from Hiroto’s hold and pushes Shuuji there to replace him, Kame finally realizes the seriousness of his actions.
Now he’d have to live with three of his look-a-likes without imagining them naked all the time and getting out of hands with any of them.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he growls at Jin dangerously, voice shaking with fury.
Jin makes a run for it to the bathroom and locks himself in.
Author: prologuesized
Pairing: Hiroto/Ryu/Jin/Kame/Shuuji. Oh my god, what have I done.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Humour
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Summary: When Kame and Jin get together again in 2007, Kame finds himself awkwardly faced with three of his very familiar replicas the man has managed to take in during their break-up. He ends up discovering more of himself than what he had originally intended to.
Author Note: Umm, I was supposed to just write some sort of KamexKame because I just felt like it and wanted to do some sort of crack to cheer myself up. …Then something happened. I blame Jin and Kame’s sex appeal. Damn you, sexy men. Damn you.
And I also blame the community capslock_turtle for the brainwash.
THEY'RE A BIT OOC BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET DEEP INTO THEM AND IT WAS SORT OF CRACK-ISH ANYWAY AND THEY'RE FUCKING WHICH TOTALLY MAKES UP FOR IT. HI.
Wordcount: 4,300
Orchids
“Are you serious?” Kame asks Jin, his eyebrows disappearing behind his fringe. “Tell me you aren’t serious?”
“Umm. About that,” Jin coughs and scratches his nape nervously. When Kame glares at him he sees the flushed cheeks and forehead glistening with sweat. “…About that…”
In the end, all Kame can do is sigh, shake his head, cross his arms and stare uninterestedly at the two dangerously familiar replicas of himself sitting on his boyfriend’s bed. He isn’t really sure if he wants to know - they haven’t seen much of each other behind the scenes in nearly a year due to Jin’s language trip to America and the terrible argument they had gotten into, so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. Wait, no, it still didn’t justify it. It was just freaky and disturbing. He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t want to know more,” he states as he stares of Odagiri Ryu and Kanzaki Hiroto, both seemingly awkward and uncomfortable on the bed, Ryu hiding it pretty decently, though. Jin’s blush deepens.
He decides it’s just better to walk off and avoid getting more disturbed. The doorbell rings and he happily goes to the door to answer it, only to find a sweating and panting Yamapi behind it, pushing something (or rather someone) in his arms, probably oblivious to the identity of the person who really opened the door.
“SORRY JIN, THE TRAFFIC WAS HELL,” the man pants. “You can keep him now. Planning on seeing Kame? Are you gonna tell him?”
Kame stares eye to eye into the eyes of another replica, thin and bony in his arms as wide brown eyes stare at him. He closes his eyes and groans, slamming the door shut from in front of a very surprised Yamapi’s face.
“JIN!?” he roars furiously and stomps back, following the escaping whimpers as the older man locks himself in the bathroom. “I CHANGED MY MIND, I REALLY WANT AN EXPLANATION!”
Kiritani Shuuji joins the rest of the replica gang, closing the door behind him and starting to fix his ruffled hair after pulling out a mirror from his pocket.
“This is so not good,” he mumbles and Odagiri falls on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling uninterestedly as he listens to the loud ruckus and door-banging echoing from the hallway. Hiroto sighs and looks out of the window, flinching at Ryu’s presence.
Kiritani Shuuji swears something is breaking behind the bedroom door. China, maybe.
Lovers’ quarrels were dangerous to get in the middle to.
--
Kame doesn’t think the world can ever turn back to the way it was as he enjoys his morning coffee in the morning with a very quiet and uneasy Jin and three replicas of himself. There’s a stressed atmosphere that refuses to be broken and it doesn’t take long for Hiroto to excuse himself and walk out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. Ryu isn’t eating anything and Shuuji surprisingly isn’t chiming up about anything but hides behind his fringe as he eats a plain toast.
Kame grits his teeth, glaring at Jin accusingly. Feeling nervous about the presence of his replicas wandering around the house and playing some cardboard game, he even found himself refusing get-together sex the night before. It’s all Jin’s fault, he accuses in his mind and if looks could kill, Jin would be dead meat.
“So. Um,” he tries to break the silence, leaning behind in his chair. Everyone looks at him and even Hiroto manages to time his return from his smoking break to the moment. Kame gulps and studies the people around him.
“Why… are you here?” he asks, cheeks flushing red. Jin whistles in order to seem oblivious to the question and looks out of the window. Shuuji pouts his lips and opens his mouth but Hiroto beats him to it, sitting down on his chair and leaning his elbows on the table.
“Because we’re lost and he took us in,” he answers and nudges his head at Jin’s direction. “Odagiri got into some fight with his boyfriend and the guy run abroad without him, Kiritani got ditched by his friends because his best friend ran somewhere to pursue some girl and my girl just got engaged.”
“…Ouch,” Kame answers, feeling sympathy for the people assembled around the table.
“It felt sort of comforting,” Jin mumbles, ripping his toast in pieces nervously. Kame sighs. It probably would be so. Being apart had done some nasty tricks to him too. If a stray replica of Jin had walked across him on the street he might’ve gone for it too.
“So do you… sleep together?” he coughs, muscles tensing. Jin accidentally knocks his mug over, spilling coffee on the table and making him and Kiritani bounce back out of the hot liquid’s way before the mug rolls over the table’s edge and hits the floor, shattering. Kame gulps, glaring up at Jin, heart pounding angrily.
“Once,” Odagiri answers truthfully. Kame frowns in disgust and disappointment, imagining the two of them together. Or with the others as well?
He isn’t sure if he wants to know.
“I’ll see you at work,” he grumbles at Jin and grabs his bag.
There’s only so many of him that he can take at once.
--
“I was lonely, okay!” Jin begs in the bathroom cubicle he faintly remembers being pushed in. He sits awkwardly on the toilet seat with a flushed face as Jin goes on with his explanations, clearly panicking. “It’s just that… we weren’t together! Even when I got back you were so cold and it looked like you didn’t miss me at all and I was really lonely and then Odagiri just walked across me on the street and he looked so heartbroken and I just needed a heartbroken Kame in my life so I took him in!”
“And the two others?” Kame sighs, starting to rip toilet paper on the floor nervously. He isn’t really sure if he wants to hear Jin’s explanations because they’ll just make him forgive him for his idiotic stunt all over again. Jin always had that magic around him.
“I don’t know, I just came across them and somehow we just all ended up living at my place because they didn’t really have anywhere to go!”
“So you took in three of my replicas and mourned about broken hearts off-camera on your bed?” Kame repeats again. Jin flushes red again and whimpers, proving his point. What a cliché Jin could be.
Sometimes Kame really wonders where the man’s idiocy and odd luck come from.
“Are they staying?”
“I… kind of promised,” Jin mutters, lips awkwardly pursed as he shifts his weight. “That I’d let them stay for as long as they wanted to.”
“Are you going to sleep with them?”
“NO!” Jin cries out, flushing even redder. “I DON’T CHEAT!”
“Shh, Jin, shut the fuck-”
Kame hears the bathroom door opening and holds his breath. Jin freezes and somehow Kame remembers the times some years ago when they used to run off together on breaks and hide in closets and bathroom cubicles making out just for the rush of it. He remembers the close calls of people walking in and having to freeze in extremely uncomfortable positions while waiting for the long dragging moments to pass and the people to leave.
Someone knocks on their door and Jin screams, making Kame bury his hands in his face. So much for hiding.
“Two pairs of feet,” Yokoyama’s voice scolds them as he chuckles amusedly from the other side of the door. “I don’t want to know. Just hide yourselves better.”
Then he whistles and walks off, leaving Kame staring at Jin eyes wide in horror and embarrassment, face burning scarlet.
“It wasn’t me,” Jin tries to mumble in his defense as Kame starts yelling at him again.
--
Everything goes better as he adjusts to it, however. It’s strange being around his three drama characters and he really doesn’t get the logic for their existence, but at least he can honestly say that he understands them - he’s good with picking up their emotions and, even though he wouldn’t really have expected it, they get along well.
He frowns as he finds Kiritani’s old photo book and takes it in his hand. Jin hurries over him towards the bedroom with a toast hanging from his mouth, hands filled with clothes. He can hear a shower running and faintly remembers Kiritani entering the bathroom previously, so he decides to just drop the album off in the guest room for him to find.
When he opens the door he freezes still, trying to progress the unlikely image in front of his eyes. Then he decides that he probably doesn’t get them after all.
A wet and quiet sound of kissing echoes in the room and he can see two half-dressed forms piled up on the bed in a very suggestive position. Hiroto’s legs awkwardly pull Ryu closer and the younger boy rocks their hips together, straining the fabric over his nicely formed ass. Kame can see bare skin brushing bare skin, all similar and smooth like his own, the same little moles, the same little scars.
He senses heat flushing to his face and feels like a voyeur as he stares with widened eyes, stares as Hiroto sits up slightly, plump lips still attached to Ryu’s as they kiss pretty goddamn deeply, tongues brushing gently and disappearing somewhere behind their lips.
There’s a loud scream behind him and Kame slams the door shut in panic. He hears panicky shuffling behind the door and someone hitting the floor with a surprised cry. Hiroto, probably. Jin wraps his arms around him and pulls him away in panic, heart pounding behind him.
“OH MY GOD,” he panics, gripping him so tightly Kame starts fearing for his poor bones. “OH MY GOD, KAME. THEY WERE SO MAKING OUT! OH MY GOD!”
“Hush!” Kame commands him and fights himself loose, grabs Jin by his sleeve and runs to the bedroom with him, slamming the door shut. He can hear wet footsteps on the floor as Kiritani approaches the guest room. Then there’s another loud bang of the door and the steps quickly get back in the bathroom. He hears the shower running again. He grimaces for the sake of Shuuji.
“Oh my god!” Jin whimpers again, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. “That was so. So. Freaky. Woah.”
The image is still crystal clear before Kame’s eyes and he feels something tighten around his chest as he recalls it, recalls two of him making out on the bed on top of each other, too occupied with each other to even notice him entering. Then again, he hadn’t really made much noise as he opened the door.
“Kame, are you horny?” Jin asks him after a while and Kame blinks stupidly, trying to progress Jin’s words.
“Huh?”
Jin stares at him with his mouth hanging open and Kame feels awkward. He frowns and looks down, flushing red as he sees the bulge in his jeans. Oh fucking hell.
“I’m not,” he immediately tries to excuse himself, even if he already knows that Jin won’t buy it. “No I’m not. Shut up, Jin, that’s just sick!”
“You are!” Jin cries out, pointing at him accusingly. “You were staring at them! Oh my god, you’re into them!”
“NO I’M NOT!” Kame roars in panic. “I JUST FROZE!”
“You think you could make out with one of them for me?”
Kame stares at Jin’s hopefully gleaming puppy eyes and throws a lube tube at him from the table.
“Go fuck yourself, you pervert.”
“Kame~”
He leaves the room and takes maybe a bit too long look at water-dripping Shuuji exiting the shower again. Then he just feels guilty like a pedophile-voyeur.
“You think they’re finished?” Shuuji asks him awkwardly. Kame strains his ears and frowns, patting Shuuji’s shoulder.
“I’d leave them alone for at least an hour more. You’ll learn how high your durability can be,” he mumbles and Shuuji flushes scarlet, looking up at him.
Why did everything seem somehow perverted now? He frowns and quickly walks back to Jin in the bedroom, jumps on the bed and claims the surprised man’s lips. He is still kind of excited and the thought of running into anyone else in the household feels way too freaky and disturbing.
Damn Akanishi household. It was all Jin’s fault.
--
Ryu has kissable lips, he admits while he whimpers and wraps his arms around the young man’s neck, pulling him closer as he proceeds to answer to the tempting sucks and smooches. Ryu’s tongue brushes his and Kame’s nails scratch his naked chest.
Ryu’s quiet. The only sounds that emerge from his flushed and excited form are heavier sighs and heaves, occasional pants and gasps of air - no moans, no murmurs, no lovely little wails like Jin. Ryu’s job seems to be emerging sounds from him he notices as he feels fingers brushing his length. He gasps and wails quietly as he gets pushed down.
Then there’s suddenly Hiroto there too, sitting beside him and kissing Ryu who’s currently positioned between his legs. Kame feels something burning in his stomach and blood rushing to his lower regions as he watches, watches their crooked noses bumping together, watches Ryu’s index finger playing and pulling on the ring-necklace hanging around Hiroto’s neck. He whimpers and runs his own fingers up and down Hiroto’s arm, making the man break the kiss. Ryu’s lips still stay attached, though, and Kame watches as Hiroto’s eyes flutter shut momentarily because Ryu seems to have found a very familiar spot behind his ear, one which’s pleasure Kame clearly knows, knows way too well and recognizes in the man’s glazed eyes as his eyes falter.
He’s being pulled up again, pulled up to sit on his knees while Hiroto pulls him on his lap, erection poking against the flesh of Kame’s behind. Kame breathes heavily and tries to look back but Ryu distracts him by kissing his lips again, kissing his cheekbones and running his fingers down his neck and chest. He pinches his nipples and Kame rakes his nails over his slim back, enjoying the feeling and smirking contently to himself.
Ryu falls on his back on the bed, surrounded by warm and ruffled sheets. Hiroto pushes him over him and spreads his buttocks, kissing his lower back gently and entering a lubricated finger (when had he even gotten lube?). Kame moans and throws his head back, feeling Ryu’s sweaty palms caressing his chest. Ryu’s all open and ready for him and he enters, being the midblock of the pile. Ryu arches his back on the sheets, gripping them and heaving out heavily, eyes closed in pleasure. Hiroto’s arms wrap around him and pull him back so that his body is curved backwards in a way that intensifies the overwhelming sensations.
Then there’s pounding, a fucking lot of fucking and Ryu and Hiroto and he comes, ejaculating inside the familiar cavern. He wonders if he feels the same and chuckles, laughing at the absurdity of the situation, laughing at the turn-on his own body can be.
Then his eyes open and he stares eye to eye with Jin, feeling uncomfortable in his boxers. Unfortunately, though, he notices that he isn’t hard, not anymore - his boxers are wet and make him grimace. Jin beams at him happily in the darkness, chuckling amusedly.
“You were so fantasizing about yourself there,” he teases him. “‘Oh Ryu… Ryu… Hirotooo..!’”
Kame flushes scarlet and gets up. He fears of going crazy.
“So was it good?”
“Fuck you, Jin,” he says and throws his dirty boxers at the man’s face. Jin snickers and waves them in the air before he sniffs at them, making Kame frown in disgust. Sometimes Jin was just plain disgusting.
He can’t really get excited about himself, can he?
--
“Hiroto and Ryu are sleeping together,” Shuuji mutters to him on the lunch table. Kame strains his ears and grimaces as he hears the faint sound of headboard hitting the wall in a way too familiar way.
“I wonder how long that will last…” Kame mutters, still disbelieving about the unlikely match. Just… no.
Then again, they had both experienced a painful loss. Maybe there was a chance for them if it was just the right time and right place. Sometimes unlikely things happened.
Well, he was still skeptical about it. Not to mention it was like twins fucking each other. Sick. Just purely sick.
“I’ve never had sex,” Shuuji admits and Kame accidentally snorts orange juice through his nose. Shuuji stares at him as he tries to wipe it away with his sleeve, eyes watering.
“UH-HUH.”
“Do you want to?” Jin beams in the conversation, a scary smile plastered on his face. Kame shakes his head in refusal, trying to wordlessly tell Jin to shut the fuck up already. “Kame has a thing for you three and I don’t really mind every now and then.”
“Jin. S-shut up,” Kame stutters, glaring at his boyfriend who only shrugs innocently. Innocent his ass, just as innocent as Jin’s dick was. That was certainly not innocent.
“That’s just you,” Shuuji mocks Jin, grimacing. “Oh come on.”
Kame glances at Shuuji and feels heat in his groin. Jin smirks at him knowingly, very, very knowingly. Shuuji turns his eyes at him and his jaw drops.
“Oh.”
Kame looks away and curses. It couldn’t have been that visible, could it?
“So, interested?” Jin continues his pestering. “I’m sure that was a green light from Kame.”
Shuuji barely has time to awkwardly nod before Jin’s pushing both of them to the bedroom and Kame prays for every god in the world to spare him from possible punishment his soon-to-be-committed sins would probably bring his way.
Jin sits on the bed happily and looks at them, obviously waiting. Kame rolls his eyes and looks at Shuuji’s nervous eyes. He isn’t really a child anymore - it’s been years since the last time he had seen the young man (no, not seen, it had been him for god’s sake, what the hell, really!) so… it’s alright, right?
Except for the fact that if he really does it, he’ll be the biggest narcissist of them all…
Oh fucking hell with that.
He awkwardly pulls Shuuji into a kiss and wraps his arms around the small shoulders as he enjoys their lips brushing. Shuuji’s eyes flutter shut and Kame swallows nervously, opening his mouth to deepen the stumbling kiss.
He feels lust for himself as he kisses the mole near Shuuji’s eye and tugs on his hair as he makes him arch his neck in order to get access there. He can hear Jin obscenely unzipping his pants and feels nervous and sort of sorry for letting Shuuji’s first time be a three-some with a very perverted Jin in picture.
Then again, having Jin along with a supporting attitude would be the only way he would ever have the heart to pursue his sudden new kink, namely himself.
He unbuttons Shuuji’s shirt and sucks and bites the small pink buds, listening to Shuuji’s heavier breaths. Shuuji awkwardly plays with his hair, probably unsure of how to be, especially under Jin’s eyes.
Kame would scold him later.
Kame removes their shirts and wraps his arms around Shuuji, pulling him on his lap and kissing him fully on the lips again. Shuuji still tastes faintly of orange juice and his hips press against his, his fingers run through Kame’s hair and Kame feels like he’s losing it dangerously fast as he stares in the mirroring eyes. He hears the sound of Jin kicking his own jeans off and opening a tube of lube but ceases to care as he gropes Shuuji’s ass, making him wince and groan against his neck.
The door opens and Kame stares in shock as Hiroto and Ryu peek in, curious of the sounds. They see Shuuji on his lap and Kame flushes red, starting to become very aware of what they are doing and how bad it really looks. Really is in fact.
Jin’s quickly up, though, pulling the two happily in and pushing them on the bed. The two Kame-look-a-likes flinch at the situation and give each other odd looks as Jin bounces back on the bed, clapping his hands.
“The more the merrier, right?” he beams at them happily. “What happens here, stays here, take or leave!”
Ryu pulls Jin in a kiss and Kame flinches, unsure of whether he really wants to have Ryu kissing his boyfriend because Ryu is in love with Hayato and Jin is Hayato in some odd way as he is the three look-a-likes and it just…
Then Shuuji kisses him again and he loses his track of thought, answering the kiss and pushing him down on the bed, enjoying the mess his hair is as it gets messy and he smirks, smirks happily and pulls him in another kiss, ignoring the sound of kissing and groaning from beside him.
A hand runs down his naked back and suddenly strong arms circle around his lower back. His zipper is pulled down and Kame withdraws from the kiss to see Hiroto pulls his jeans and boxers off, delicate fingers hugging his form.
Ryu joins the pile soon, claiming Hiroto’s lips as his own, his hand somehow tugging on Kame’s quickly growing erection. He cries out pathetically and buries his face in panting Shuuji’s shoulder. Shuuji’s hips rise and legs wrap around his and Kame feels another cock in Ryu’s hand too. He closes his eyes and writhes, feeling hot waves of pleasure running through them.
Ryu and Hiroto withdraw to strip each other and Kame pulls Shuuji’s trousers and boxers properly off. There’s a lot of awkward shuffling where he ends up hugging Hiroto close and enjoying the man’s hot yet tender kisses, Ryu’s small bites around his shoulders and nape and Shuuji’s shaking hand on his erection and lips on his cheekbone. He isn’t sure if it’s all at once or if he’s just too lost in all of it to comprehend time properly anymore, but it makes him wrap his legs around Hiroto and grind their hips together, hot, wet and needy.
Suddenly he finds himself preparing Shuuji for entrance and having someone groping his back and ass. Jin’s familiar lips caress his nape and shoulders and he can hear the man chuckle, can feel Jin’s excitement very well against his buttocks as Jin proceeds to eat him up and prepare him for entrance himself.
There’s a lot of shuffling as they both enter and gasp for air heatedly. Kame and Shuuji both arch their backs but Jin presses closer, rubbing his and Kame’s body intimately together. There’s a mixed scent of five familiar bodies that Kame likes, likes very much as Jin whimpers and jolts over him. Kame looks back and sees Ryu’s nails digging in Jin’s back and suddenly he doesn’t mind at all anymore. Not really. It’s not like Ryu would ever steal Jin away from him anyway.
Not to mention he has a nicely writhing virgin Shuuji under him that he’s supposed to make feel absolutely amazing.
Shuuji wraps his arms around Kame and wails, hips rocking a bit joltingly. It’s hard under the pressure but Kame does his best to pull out and in of him properly in smooth motions, reaching always further and further and making the boy’s eyes roll back in pleasure as he grips him harder closer.
Kame comes with a loud and raspy moan and feels Jin pulling him up more, up and away from Shuuji as he pounds into him. They collapse side by side on the bed, Jin still pushing in and pulling out until he comes.
Kame’s too busy to stick around as he faces Ryu face to face and lets the man kiss him with lips that had visited his boyfriend’s private places, those sinful lips like a rival’s he knew he’d never get properly over with because they were his.
Hiroto enters him gently from behind and Ryu gets down on all fours as he begins giving Kame’s still sore and sensitive member a blowjob. Kame feels his body trembling weakly as he helplessly gasps for air, feeling Hiroto’s arms wrapping gently around him as he fucks him in a sitting position.
The emotions he feels for everyone seem different and it all mixes and becomes overwhelming and crazy and suddenly Kame realizes that he’s amidst the sickest sex session he had ever been to, even sicker than Jin’s questionable kinks whatever they happened to be at times. He manages to grip Ryu’s hair and guides him harshly, body trembling in Hiroto’s hold.
Then he comes again, comes and falls back with Hiroto, falls back on the mattress only to bury his face in the man’s neck and breathe in his sweaty scent. His body is slick with sweat and it still feels almost as if he would’ve been burning up with fever.
When Jin grips him jealously away from Hiroto’s hold and pushes Shuuji there to replace him, Kame finally realizes the seriousness of his actions.
Now he’d have to live with three of his look-a-likes without imagining them naked all the time and getting out of hands with any of them.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he growls at Jin dangerously, voice shaking with fury.
Jin makes a run for it to the bathroom and locks himself in.