Without You is How I Disappear - Chapter 4 (Part 2)
Title: Without You is How I Disappear
Authors: superhero0008, carboncastel, cascadingmerrygoround @ Tumblr
Pairing: Akame, MaruDa, RyoDa (plus others)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama, Smut
Disclaimer: We own no one in this fic except some minor OC. We own the plot.
Summary: World of Johnny’s Entertainment is burning with glitz and glamour. At the very top is Crimson Glory, the famous pop duo made up of the incredibly charismatic Kamenashi Kazuya and the enthralling Ueda Tatsuya. They are alike in that they follow where their hearts take them. Akanishi Jin is a solo artist who just recently debuted, slowly working his way to the top. Nishikido Ryo is an actor, and he goes for what he wants. Nakamaru Yuichi is the agency’s official photographer, and he’s happy with what he has. And Johnny Kitagawa. He doesn't make it easy for any of them. Well, except for his favorites, Shirota Yuu and Taguchi Junnosuke, and most especially, Kamenashi. What is true and what is false in this industry of illusions? What will they hold onto and what should they let go of?
A/N: Sorry for the late update! But this one's super exciting… for all pairings! *wink wink* Enjoy! -carboncastel
Without You is How I Disappear
Chapter 4 (Part 2)
Ueda was glad that it was over. Glad, and relieved. The end of the project meant he wasn’t going to see Ryo anytime soon. Ueda sighed as he entered his dressing room topless with a towel over his shoulder. He would take a shower, go home, and rest. He deserved it after… everything.
He flicked the light switch on and - just his luck - met eye to eye with Nishikido Ryo sitting on the chair in front of his dresser, facing him.
Ueda didn’t have the energy to be surprised or angry. He sighed and resumed his way to his private shower room when Ryo spoke.
“I’m getting sick of this,” Ryo said in an angry tone out of nowhere, jumping off his chair and advancing on Ueda.
The older man distanced himself slowly. Nishikido looked out of it. There was a strange light in the actor’s eyes that Ueda didn’t fully comprehend.
“Sick of what, exactly?” Ueda asked, annoyed that Ryo had the guts to be sick of anything when it was Ueda’s life that was getting messed up with Ryo around. Ueda retreated one more step when his back finally hit the wall.
“This. I don’t know,” Ryo growled, still coming nearer. “I don’t know why I’m this way about you,” he added in a gentler, somewhat hopeless voice.
Ueda stared, seeing clearly the inner turmoil that showed itself on the actor’s face. Was Nishikido actually confessing? He opened his mouth to reply, but Ryo chose that same moment to lean in and kiss him.
Ueda’s initial reaction was shock. Then, almost automatically, he resisted, trying to turn his face away from the other man’s. But Ryo had taken hold of the idol’s face with one hand, the other resting on Ueda’s shoulder to keep him from escaping.
Ryo was a skillful kisser and quickly coaxed Ueda to respond to him, against the idol’s better judgment. The sheer pleasure of it all threatened to make Ueda give in entirely. The idol couldn’t deny how good it felt, even though he knew that what was happening, what he was allowing to happen, was very, very bad.
Ueda raised his hands and put them against Ryo’s chest, beginning to push him away.
At this overt sign of resistance from the idol, Ryo’s one hand then dropped from Ueda’s shoulder to his groin, palming and feeling, and Ueda’s body betrayed him then and there. He arched into Ryo’s touch and kissed back more passionately. He wasn’t thinking anymore, just sensing, experiencing, taking what Ryo had to give him. These touches… these caresses were familiar to Ueda, but with different hands.
Ueda came to and pushed Ryo off violently, sending the younger man to the floor. Ryo glared up at him.
“What are you doing, Nishikido-san?” Ueda said in forced calm.
“I need this,” Ryo answered, finally smirking. “I needed to know.”
“So you decided you can just use me to figure out what you are?!” Ueda yelled, unable to restrain himself.
“Yeah, why not?” the actor replied glibly. “Besides, you wanted it.”
“Go get a mirror and fuck yourself!”*
The Crimson Glory member glared for a moment more before snatching his bag and storming out of the dressing room, deciding to just go home right away.
oOo
“You’re kidding, right?” Jin interjected, leaning across the table.
Kame was reading the coffee shop copy of Asahi and did not even raise his head at Jin’s violent reaction.
“He said that?”
Kame nodded, still reading. Annoyed, Jin tapped the front of the younger man’s reading material so that Kame finally looked at him.
“What did you say to him?”
“I said I hated it when people stuck their nose in my business,” Kame simply said, taking a sip of his own coffee.
Just then, a couple of people looking worried and lost shuffled into view right outside the glass of the café. Kame set his gaze back to Jin.
“Aren’t you like… rivals or something?”
Jin grinned, sitting back in his wooden chair, running a foot up Kame’s leg under the table in the process. Kame hissed, moving his leg away, even if the action was hidden by his humongous bag placed on the floor.
“I should be flattered that the legendary Kamenashi Kazuya knows about the troubles of a small artist like myself.”
Kame scoffed, bringing the coffee cup to his lips once more. A quick look outside made him realize that what he mistook for lost tourists were actually paparazzi, and they now had their cameras out, shamelessly taking photo after photo of Kame and Jin.
“Shit. Let’s go,” Kame muttered, throwing the newspaper on the table and snatching his bag as he stood up.
“What? Why? I haven’t finished my coffee!” Jin whined, following Kame all the same.
As they passed through the backdoor of the coffee shop and got into Jin’s car peacefully, Kame questioned why he had agreed to go to such a chancy place with Jin, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d get another sermon from Johnny about this. The press sure as hell wouldn’t let this go.
Jin’s car windows and windshield were mercifully tinted so that, as they drove past the crazy press people still hustling about outside the café, those outside didn’t see that the driver’s hand was settled wrongfully on the passenger’s lap in a not-so-friendly and perhaps too intimate gesture.
oOo
Kame would never admit it, but he was holding his breath as the evening news began. The entertainment bits would come near the end, but he had insisted on tuning in right at the start instead of watching an old American movie Jin was whining about against his neck at the moment.
“We need to see what they’re going to say, Jin,” Kame said, successfully holding back a moan as Jin now pressed wet kisses against his jaw and ear.
“But that movie’s hard to find, Kazuya,” Jin complained, rubbing his thigh over Kame’s lap.
The news anchor was rambling about some storm that was on its way to Japan after miraculously not making a landfall over another country south, but Kame’s attention finally faltered as Jin’s knee brushed against the erection growing in his baggy work-out pants since they had settled on the couch. Jin was wearing nothing but a white shirt and boxers, and while Kame thought that Jin had gotten at home in Kame’s apartment quite fast, he wouldn’t exchange the thrilling view for a choice of decent clothes anytime soon.
Jin was practically dry-humping Kame’s hip from the side as his hands gripped on the younger man’s shoulders, and Kame fleetingly thought this was his penalty for not letting Jin watch the damn movie. Jin placed a wet kiss on Kame’s cheek just as the reporter announced, “And now, for the latest scoop on your favorite celebrities!”
Kame pushed Jin off him and shot the soloist a cold glance, efficiently shutting off any protests. Both men sat in silence and stared at the enormous TV screen as their café photographs flashed in standard succession.
Unlikely Friendship: Kamenashi Kazuya-kun of Crimson Glory and soloist Akanishi Jin-kun!
Jin snorted beside Kame and snuggled closer again, relieved, but Kame didn’t pay attention because he wanted to hear it all.
This afternoon, Kamenashi-kun and Akanishi-kun were spotted having coffee at a shop not far from the Johnny’s Jimusho, where both of them work as talents of said agency. Kamenashi-kun is known for his preference to associate with a few intimate people, and this will be the first time he is seen in public with a fellow talent outside work demands. Akanishi-kun, on the other hand, is known to be more of the party and merrymaking type, as his fansites depict abundant images of him in clubs and social gatherings.
Jin made a derisive sound.
Could this friendship mean that we are going to start seeing Kamenashi in wild parties? Or does it signal Akanishi’s change of behavior? Some fans have put forward the theory that Kamenashi might be coaching Akanishi, who is a relative newcomer in the show business.
And the entertainment reporter moved on to the next gossip, a blind item about a prominent idol hiding a “secret” in the US. Kame had a feeling he knew who this idol was, but he couldn’t care less to confirm his suspicion at the moment.
“There you go,” Jin said, his mouth and tongue back to massaging Kame’s neck. “You’re coaching a newbie.”
Kame moaned as Jin’s hand massaged his shaft, now fully erect, through his pants.
“We have to - be careful - Jin,” Kame voiced out, his eyes closed, words barely coherent as Jin’s hand sped up.
“They said we’re friends, Kazuya.”
Jin pulled down on Kame’s waistband and revealed Kame’s cock already dripping with precum.
“Friends,” he repeated, stroking Kame firmly.
Along with the pleasure that shot through him, Kame briefly wondered what Jin meant to convey by saying that “friends” bit of the news to him. Coherent thought left him, though, when he felt Jin’s hot mouth on the head of his shaft.
“Oh, and can I just say,” Jin spoke against his cock, lips brushing against the tip and his breath ghosting over Kame’s groin so that Kame threw his head back. “You make a great cover for yourself if they’ve never seen you in wild parties.”
Jin smirked as he took Kame whole in his mouth, with Kame moaning and thrashing about in the sofa without concern.
oOo
“Yes, Sir… It appears that Akanishi-san has no plans of leaving…” a man in a crisp suit and dark sunglasses spoke into his phone, pausing occasionally to listen to the other end of the line who was his boss. “Yes, Sir, I think he is going to stay the night. Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
The man ended the call and, with a last glance at Kamenashi’s apartment double doors, walked off to ride the elevator down and out the building.
~end of Chapter 4~
*tribute to the first ever yaoi fanfic superhero0008 ever read, a Slam Dunk SenRu fic which contained this line
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Authors: superhero0008, carboncastel, cascadingmerrygoround @ Tumblr
Pairing: Akame, MaruDa, RyoDa (plus others)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama, Smut
Disclaimer: We own no one in this fic except some minor OC. We own the plot.
Summary: World of Johnny’s Entertainment is burning with glitz and glamour. At the very top is Crimson Glory, the famous pop duo made up of the incredibly charismatic Kamenashi Kazuya and the enthralling Ueda Tatsuya. They are alike in that they follow where their hearts take them. Akanishi Jin is a solo artist who just recently debuted, slowly working his way to the top. Nishikido Ryo is an actor, and he goes for what he wants. Nakamaru Yuichi is the agency’s official photographer, and he’s happy with what he has. And Johnny Kitagawa. He doesn't make it easy for any of them. Well, except for his favorites, Shirota Yuu and Taguchi Junnosuke, and most especially, Kamenashi. What is true and what is false in this industry of illusions? What will they hold onto and what should they let go of?
A/N: Sorry for the late update! But this one's super exciting… for all pairings! *wink wink* Enjoy! -carboncastel
Without You is How I Disappear
Chapter 4 (Part 2)
Ueda was glad that it was over. Glad, and relieved. The end of the project meant he wasn’t going to see Ryo anytime soon. Ueda sighed as he entered his dressing room topless with a towel over his shoulder. He would take a shower, go home, and rest. He deserved it after… everything.
He flicked the light switch on and - just his luck - met eye to eye with Nishikido Ryo sitting on the chair in front of his dresser, facing him.
Ueda didn’t have the energy to be surprised or angry. He sighed and resumed his way to his private shower room when Ryo spoke.
“I’m getting sick of this,” Ryo said in an angry tone out of nowhere, jumping off his chair and advancing on Ueda.
The older man distanced himself slowly. Nishikido looked out of it. There was a strange light in the actor’s eyes that Ueda didn’t fully comprehend.
“Sick of what, exactly?” Ueda asked, annoyed that Ryo had the guts to be sick of anything when it was Ueda’s life that was getting messed up with Ryo around. Ueda retreated one more step when his back finally hit the wall.
“This. I don’t know,” Ryo growled, still coming nearer. “I don’t know why I’m this way about you,” he added in a gentler, somewhat hopeless voice.
Ueda stared, seeing clearly the inner turmoil that showed itself on the actor’s face. Was Nishikido actually confessing? He opened his mouth to reply, but Ryo chose that same moment to lean in and kiss him.
Ueda’s initial reaction was shock. Then, almost automatically, he resisted, trying to turn his face away from the other man’s. But Ryo had taken hold of the idol’s face with one hand, the other resting on Ueda’s shoulder to keep him from escaping.
Ryo was a skillful kisser and quickly coaxed Ueda to respond to him, against the idol’s better judgment. The sheer pleasure of it all threatened to make Ueda give in entirely. The idol couldn’t deny how good it felt, even though he knew that what was happening, what he was allowing to happen, was very, very bad.
Ueda raised his hands and put them against Ryo’s chest, beginning to push him away.
At this overt sign of resistance from the idol, Ryo’s one hand then dropped from Ueda’s shoulder to his groin, palming and feeling, and Ueda’s body betrayed him then and there. He arched into Ryo’s touch and kissed back more passionately. He wasn’t thinking anymore, just sensing, experiencing, taking what Ryo had to give him. These touches… these caresses were familiar to Ueda, but with different hands.
Ueda came to and pushed Ryo off violently, sending the younger man to the floor. Ryo glared up at him.
“What are you doing, Nishikido-san?” Ueda said in forced calm.
“I need this,” Ryo answered, finally smirking. “I needed to know.”
“So you decided you can just use me to figure out what you are?!” Ueda yelled, unable to restrain himself.
“Yeah, why not?” the actor replied glibly. “Besides, you wanted it.”
“Go get a mirror and fuck yourself!”*
The Crimson Glory member glared for a moment more before snatching his bag and storming out of the dressing room, deciding to just go home right away.
oOo
“You’re kidding, right?” Jin interjected, leaning across the table.
Kame was reading the coffee shop copy of Asahi and did not even raise his head at Jin’s violent reaction.
“He said that?”
Kame nodded, still reading. Annoyed, Jin tapped the front of the younger man’s reading material so that Kame finally looked at him.
“What did you say to him?”
“I said I hated it when people stuck their nose in my business,” Kame simply said, taking a sip of his own coffee.
Just then, a couple of people looking worried and lost shuffled into view right outside the glass of the café. Kame set his gaze back to Jin.
“Aren’t you like… rivals or something?”
Jin grinned, sitting back in his wooden chair, running a foot up Kame’s leg under the table in the process. Kame hissed, moving his leg away, even if the action was hidden by his humongous bag placed on the floor.
“I should be flattered that the legendary Kamenashi Kazuya knows about the troubles of a small artist like myself.”
Kame scoffed, bringing the coffee cup to his lips once more. A quick look outside made him realize that what he mistook for lost tourists were actually paparazzi, and they now had their cameras out, shamelessly taking photo after photo of Kame and Jin.
“Shit. Let’s go,” Kame muttered, throwing the newspaper on the table and snatching his bag as he stood up.
“What? Why? I haven’t finished my coffee!” Jin whined, following Kame all the same.
As they passed through the backdoor of the coffee shop and got into Jin’s car peacefully, Kame questioned why he had agreed to go to such a chancy place with Jin, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d get another sermon from Johnny about this. The press sure as hell wouldn’t let this go.
Jin’s car windows and windshield were mercifully tinted so that, as they drove past the crazy press people still hustling about outside the café, those outside didn’t see that the driver’s hand was settled wrongfully on the passenger’s lap in a not-so-friendly and perhaps too intimate gesture.
oOo
Kame would never admit it, but he was holding his breath as the evening news began. The entertainment bits would come near the end, but he had insisted on tuning in right at the start instead of watching an old American movie Jin was whining about against his neck at the moment.
“We need to see what they’re going to say, Jin,” Kame said, successfully holding back a moan as Jin now pressed wet kisses against his jaw and ear.
“But that movie’s hard to find, Kazuya,” Jin complained, rubbing his thigh over Kame’s lap.
The news anchor was rambling about some storm that was on its way to Japan after miraculously not making a landfall over another country south, but Kame’s attention finally faltered as Jin’s knee brushed against the erection growing in his baggy work-out pants since they had settled on the couch. Jin was wearing nothing but a white shirt and boxers, and while Kame thought that Jin had gotten at home in Kame’s apartment quite fast, he wouldn’t exchange the thrilling view for a choice of decent clothes anytime soon.
Jin was practically dry-humping Kame’s hip from the side as his hands gripped on the younger man’s shoulders, and Kame fleetingly thought this was his penalty for not letting Jin watch the damn movie. Jin placed a wet kiss on Kame’s cheek just as the reporter announced, “And now, for the latest scoop on your favorite celebrities!”
Kame pushed Jin off him and shot the soloist a cold glance, efficiently shutting off any protests. Both men sat in silence and stared at the enormous TV screen as their café photographs flashed in standard succession.
Unlikely Friendship: Kamenashi Kazuya-kun of Crimson Glory and soloist Akanishi Jin-kun!
Jin snorted beside Kame and snuggled closer again, relieved, but Kame didn’t pay attention because he wanted to hear it all.
This afternoon, Kamenashi-kun and Akanishi-kun were spotted having coffee at a shop not far from the Johnny’s Jimusho, where both of them work as talents of said agency. Kamenashi-kun is known for his preference to associate with a few intimate people, and this will be the first time he is seen in public with a fellow talent outside work demands. Akanishi-kun, on the other hand, is known to be more of the party and merrymaking type, as his fansites depict abundant images of him in clubs and social gatherings.
Jin made a derisive sound.
Could this friendship mean that we are going to start seeing Kamenashi in wild parties? Or does it signal Akanishi’s change of behavior? Some fans have put forward the theory that Kamenashi might be coaching Akanishi, who is a relative newcomer in the show business.
And the entertainment reporter moved on to the next gossip, a blind item about a prominent idol hiding a “secret” in the US. Kame had a feeling he knew who this idol was, but he couldn’t care less to confirm his suspicion at the moment.
“There you go,” Jin said, his mouth and tongue back to massaging Kame’s neck. “You’re coaching a newbie.”
Kame moaned as Jin’s hand massaged his shaft, now fully erect, through his pants.
“We have to - be careful - Jin,” Kame voiced out, his eyes closed, words barely coherent as Jin’s hand sped up.
“They said we’re friends, Kazuya.”
Jin pulled down on Kame’s waistband and revealed Kame’s cock already dripping with precum.
“Friends,” he repeated, stroking Kame firmly.
Along with the pleasure that shot through him, Kame briefly wondered what Jin meant to convey by saying that “friends” bit of the news to him. Coherent thought left him, though, when he felt Jin’s hot mouth on the head of his shaft.
“Oh, and can I just say,” Jin spoke against his cock, lips brushing against the tip and his breath ghosting over Kame’s groin so that Kame threw his head back. “You make a great cover for yourself if they’ve never seen you in wild parties.”
Jin smirked as he took Kame whole in his mouth, with Kame moaning and thrashing about in the sofa without concern.
oOo
“Yes, Sir… It appears that Akanishi-san has no plans of leaving…” a man in a crisp suit and dark sunglasses spoke into his phone, pausing occasionally to listen to the other end of the line who was his boss. “Yes, Sir, I think he is going to stay the night. Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
The man ended the call and, with a last glance at Kamenashi’s apartment double doors, walked off to ride the elevator down and out the building.
~end of Chapter 4~
*tribute to the first ever yaoi fanfic superhero0008 ever read, a Slam Dunk SenRu fic which contained this line
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