[06/06] Yakuza AU: Okaeri

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title. Okaeri
pairing. akame (je)
rating. nc-17
summary. akanishi and kamenashi are yakuza who work together, who live together, who trust each other. kamenashi's been in kobe for two years, but now he's back.
author's note. yakuza au! the end!
word count. 02280



When Kamenashi finally returns to Tokyo, he's spent a total of twenty-four months in Kobe. Akanishi's done university and still in Shinjuku, and apparently their old apartment has been rented out to two university students.

"Two years is a long time," Kamenashi says as Akanishi leads him into his new apartment. It's already furnished and all of his stuff is already there, the boxes stacked neatly in the hallway and kitchen.

He arrived in the back of a limo with tinted windows, Akanishi waiting for him in front of the apartment complex, big dark sunglasses and broad shoulders-his suit impeccably dry-cleaned and his hair its natural black.

The guards turned him over to Akanishi's care, and Akanishi led him past the wary-looking doorman into the lobby with its marble floors and high ceilings, hand on the small of his back the entire time.

And then Akanishi led him to the elevators and paid the liftman to step out (five thousand yen? ten thousand yen?) and as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, Akanishi pressed Kamenashi against the polished wood wall and kissed him like he was trying to make up for two years of nothing.

Two years of nothing, no contact, making their way down their respective, independent paths. Kamenashi didn't ask anyone about Akanishi and Akanishi didn't ask anyone about Kamenashi.

Eighteen months since the day at the hospital, since Kamenashi said that they had to talk.

And kissed Akanishi.

Then Kamenashi told Akanishi that he was sorry for Tokyo, sorry for not caring and being selfish, for doing everything wrong and making nothing right. And he said that he still didn't understand, because he was who he was and it was difficult to change and difficult to admit to it all. Kamenashi said that realization still hadn't hit him fully, and he was trying to figure it all out, but he was sure that-well, he admitted, he wasn't too sure about anything except for maybe Akanishi being important to him.

He inhaled sharply, exhaled shakily, looked down at the IV in his hand and laughed short, fake. And he shuddered a little because he realized that this, admitting this, was more fearsome than death for some inexplicable reason.

And then Akanishi tilted his chin up and smiled at him.

Kamenashi said that before Akanishi came, while they weren't speaking, he tried to forget, spent his time trying to transition to independence and spent his time working and trying to move on. But Akanishi was always, >always> in the back of his mind, in his dreams even, but he stopped there so he wouldn't have to explain that.

And it was stupid, very stupid, how he was dependent on Akanishi, how he needed Akanishi. For everything. And it was stupid, very stupid, how he had never admitted it to himself before, because it was obvious, wasn't it?

Then Kamenashi laughed and said he didn't make much sense. And Akanishi just squeezed one of his hands with reassurance because he couldn't really argue.

After Akanishi called for a nurse to check on Kamenashi, after they ate lunch together in the sterile, too-stark hospital room, and after small talk about current events and university life and yakuza gossip, Kamenashi said, softly, "But I don't think coming to Kobe was a mistake."

"I told you," Akanishi replied, thumb smoothing the skin on Kamenashi's palm. "I told you that you'd do well here," he said.

Because even though Kamenashi missed Akanishi, even though he'd needed him, he'd tried to move on, and while it was difficult to not think about Akanishi, he sort of succeeded, maybe. He learned to get around without him, at least, and so he was transitioning-taking gradual steps toward independence, and he was learning about himself, too, and-

Akanishi cut him off and said, "I think it's good for you. Being in Kobe alone." And they both knew what that meant, and Akanishi reminded Kamenashi that exams were that week and he'd be leaving that night, at the latest, the next morning. And Kamenashi told him not to worry about him or anything, and that maybe, in the future, when their paths crossed again, they could pick up where they left off.

Because Kamenashi didn't want to give up Kobe and Akanishi didn't want to give up Tokyo (and it was good for them, a learning experience). And maybe, the best thing to do for one's most important thing was to let it go free.

Then Kamenashi saw Akanishi in front of his apartment complex. He wasn't at all startled because Domoto said he would be there, but he was anxious-like a schoolboy going on his first date.

Then the elevator. And-

Akanishi closes the front door behind Kamenashi. "Two years is a long time," he agrees, softly, and presses Kamenashi against the boxes that line the wall. He kisses him hard, his hands on either side of Kamenashi's face, and some of the boxes topple to the ground, but it doesn't matter, not at all, not really.

Kamenashi pulls away, chest heaving a little and skin tinging pink. He looks dubiously at the boxes that now litter the floor.

"Sorry," Akanishi says, leans in again so that Kamenashi can feel his warm breaths. "Sorry if anything broke," he says.

"Yeah," Kamenashi replies, dazed because of Akanishi's eyes on his. "Whatever. Maybe. It doesn't matter." He licks his lips.

Akanishi laughs and kisses him again, soft mouth and soft tongue, and Kamenashi thinks of all the men and women he kissed in Kobe and how none of them kiss quite like this.

"I thought about you," Kamenashi says, when they pull away again. Akanishi grabs his hand and leads him down the hallway toward a large living room. "In Kobe," he clarifies. "A lot." The apartment is huge. "I wanted you a lot, too," he says.

"I wanted you a lot, too," Akanishi echoes, and they stand in the living room. An entire wall is made of glass panels that span from the floor to the ceiling. One of them opens up to a balcony. They see skyscrapers, and in the distance, Tokyo Bay. The sun is setting and they're bathed in orange and purple light.

Kamenashi moves toward the glass, rests his forehead and palms against the surface. He shuts his eyes.

Akanishi comes behind him, rests his chin on Kamenashi's shoulder. "Pretty, right?" He asks, and Kamenashi turns toward him, and Akanishi kisses him again, again, again, turns him so that his shoulder blades press against the glass.

Kamenashi looks into Akanishi's eyes, at Akanishi's face. "Pretty," he says. "Beautiful," he continues. He's noticed it before, Akanishi and his features, but he's never noticed it, that Akanishi is beautiful in the way that takes his breath away.

---

Their suit jackets are gone. Their ties are unknotted and their shirts are unbuttoned. Akanishi pulls Kamenashi inside the bedroom, toward the bed until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he topples backwards, the other on top of him.

Kamenashi straddles his thighs, presses hands against his chest and rolls their hips together. Akanishi fists his hands in Kamenashi's hair, drags him down for a kiss.

And their teeth clink together and Kamenashi bites down on Akanishi's lips. Akanishi's hiss turns into a gasping, breathless moan when Kamenashi's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants and wraps around his cock. Akanishi presses up, thrusts into the other's grip and throws his head back before Kamenashi's mouth finds the hot, pulsing point on his neck, sucks at the skin as his hand strokes Akanishi slow.

Akanishi pulls Kamenashi's free hand toward his face, brushes the fingers against his lips before pulling one, two into his mouth. Kamenashi moans into his neck, exhales heavily and picks his head up to look at Akanishi with half-lidded eyes and half-parted lips. Akanishi watches him back, wraps his tongue around his fingers and sucks hard.

"Akanishi," Kamenashi says, shakily, and swallows thickly, pulls his hand out of Akanishi's pants and begins to unbuckle his own belt and unzip his own pants. He pulls his hand away from Akanishi's mouth to stand and let his pants fall past his slim hips, and he pulls his shirt off his shoulders.

The other sits up, watches Kamenashi undress carelessly, hurriedly, and before Akanishi knows it, Kamenashi's pulled him to his feet and is undressing him too.

It's hot skin on hot skin, Akanishi pressing a thigh between Kamenashi's legs and Kamenashi thrusting against him, arms looped around Akanishi's neck as he presses their lips together. Akanishi pushes Kamenashi back down onto the mattress, lies on top of him and presses their foreheads together.

"Kazuya," Akanishi says, and he smiles, chest heaving.

"Akanishi," Kamenashi replies. "Jin," he says, breathlessly, against Akanishi's lips. And a shudder ripples through his body as Akanishi moves a hand between their bodies, down to stroke his cock, as Akanishi's lips move from his mouth to his jaw to his collarbone, hot and wet kisses and tiny bites.

His gasps are stifled when Akanishi presses two fingers against his lips, and Kamenashi takes them into his mouth, knows what this entails and isn't going to fight it, because Akanishi has his lips on his skin and his hand on his cock.

And he's there, solid, alive.

"I'm going to do it, okay?" Akanishi says, soft and muffled against Kamenashi's slick skin. "All right?" he asks, and pulls his fingers out of Kamenashi's mouth, slowly, and lets go of Kamenashi's cock and sits back on his heels.

Kamenashi looks at him with hazy eyes, drunk with sex, lips wet and hair sticking to his face. "Please," he says, and reaches for Akanishi's hand, pulls it so that the palm splays against the inside of one of his thighs. "Please," he repeats. And Akanishi revels in the noise Kamenashi makes, the wanton expression on Kamenashi's face as he presses the first finger inside.

"Kazuya," Akanishi hisses, when he finally pushes himself in, hands pressing against the mattress for support. And Kamenashi throws his head back, digs his fingernails into Akanishi's shoulder blades and wraps his legs around Akanishi's waist to pull him closer.

"Are you okay?" Akanishi whispers, breathlessly, and Kamenashi's response is to thrust up against him, to crush their mouths together and bite at Akanishi's bottom lip, press his tongue into Akanishi's mouth and moan low and deep.

"It's good," Kamenashi replies, when he pulls back, Akanishi teeth catching a little on his bottom lip. "Perfect," he says, and arches his back.

And Akanishi sets the pace. Languid thrusts that cause Kamenashi to gasp quietly. Akanishi moves slow and patient and tries to ignore Kamenashi's pleas.

"Slowly," Akanishi says, presses their foreheads together again, their mouths sharing breaths, their eyes exchanging piercing looks.

"Please," Kamenashi says, begs. "Please, Jin." And he tries to thrust back against Akanishi's cock. "Jin," he says, a low whine, his fingers moving to curl themselves in Akanishi's dark hair.

Akanishi's resolve begins to break with Kamenashi's pleas, with Kamenashi's gasping moans.

"Fuck," Kamenashi says, and bites down hard on the other's lips, enough to make him hiss and pull back and taste blood. "Faster," he drags out the syllables, and cries out when Akanishi complies, suddenly, thrusts fast, sharp and cuts off his breath. "That's good," he says, unsteadily, breath shaky. "Just like that," he says. "Perfect," he hisses. "You're perfect," he says, voice softer.

Kamenashi's body is tight around Akanishi, and he captures Kamenashi's lips as they near the edge, thrusts harder, faster, his breaths coming heavier and closer together. Every movement sends electricity through their bodies, and Akanishi finds that spot, knows because Kamenashi cries out louder, bites down on Akanishi's lips again and begins to tremble.

"Jin," Kamenashi says, "Jin." He gasps heavy, hard, Akanishi finds that spot again, again, and Kamenashi's muscles clench, fingers pulling the roots of Akanishi’s hair as he comes with a shuddering moan and an arching back.

Akanishi follows soon after, with a few more sharp thrusts and a soft moan. Kamenashi's pressing butterfly kisses to the corner of his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, and Akanishi pulls out, slowly, lies heavily beside the other.

Kamenashi rests his head in the crook of his neck and it feels right. And they're hot, slick with sweat, but Akanishi leans down to kiss Kamenashi, again, again, again, soft brushes of the lips, hurried pecks and soft whispers of stupid love nothings in between.

"Jin," Kamenashi says, voice muffled against his skin, hands roaming over Akanishi's muscles. "I-" He looks up at Akanishi who looks down at him, and his voice fails.

He uses a finger to trace what he wants to say on Akanishi's stomach, instead.

---

Kamenashi is supposed to live alone in that apartment, but most of his time ends up being spent in Akanishi's cozy place in Shinjuku.

"Tadaima," Kamenashi calls, pulls off polished black shoes. He's still skinny and lithe, still has that long face and those high-arching eyebrows. He'd be unassuming if not for his piercing eyes and confident gait and expensive yakuza suit.

"Okaeri," Akanishi replies from somewhere. Maybe the kitchen where he eats Chinese leftovers or the living room where he researches clients. "Where'd you go?"

"Takizawa. Meeting. Job tonight."

"You know," Akanishi calls, "I made dinner reservations for tonight." He pads out to meet Kamenashi at the front door. He's still dark, a little broader than before, stronger-looking. His face is still pretty and he probably still looks like his mom. "Cancel?"

"Tomorrow," Kamenashi promises. "Did you make lunch?"

"Sure," Akanishi says, "if leftover pizza counts."

PART 05 // tl;dr NOTES
2008.01.18 → 2008.01.28