[fic] The Games We Play
Title: The Games We Play
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Psychological Thriller, Smut
Beta: carboncastel
Disclaimer: Heheh. You really want me to say Akanishi belongs to Kuroki Meisa now?
Warning: Infidelity (surprise, surprise), and prodding at fresh Meisanishi wounds in AK fangirl hearts.
Summary: Tell the devil I said “Hey” when you get back to where you’re from.
A/N: Succumbing to my insanity. This is the point of no return. Also, the plot can sound so evil. I do not give a fuck. Staying on this ship has to cost me a bit of my prudence and integrity along the way, and I’ve never been a virtuous person to begin with, so there is no point talking morals with me. Don’t like, don’t read.
And I’m not angry with the world. Just coming to terms with my feelings. Cheers!
oOo
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all
But you never give
Jin walks down an empty corridor, grey walls and carpeted floor dull in his sight. He is early for recording, but it had become some sort of routine for them to arrive early like this. This was their only chance, as of late, to meet and maybe catch up despite their busy schedules.
After today’s recording, Jin had a TV guesting to do, and then, an initial meeting for a new endorsement. A quick reminder before he left the house this morning flashed in his mind:
“Don’t exhaust yourself, okay?” she said, smiling thoughtfully at him. “I’ll be making your favorite for dinner tonight.”
Jin isn’t even sure if he is going to be home in time for dinner, knowing how… things could sometimes get out of hand.
Jin pads down the hallway and stops in front of a sleek, plain black door. He fixes his attire, smoothing out his shirt and coat, and making a hopeless attempt at taming his hair. He then reaches out his left hand to the doorknob and was ready to push it open, but he halts abruptly.
Jin toys with the golden ring on his finger, before pulling it off and tucking it away in his jeans’ pocket, knowing how Kame hated seeing that on him.
Should’ve known you was trouble
From the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Jin’s feet stumble over the legs of the swivel chair as Kame pushes him to sit down. The door to the studio was closed - locked - and they had an hour and a half to themselves before recording started. Kame climbs over him with a throaty growl and he waits expectantly for the smaller man to settle down on his lap.
His breath is warm on Jin’s face, and his touches - gliding over Jin’s shoulders, caressing his chest, ghosting over his abdomen - were definitely sorely missed.
“For today’s recording,” Kame begins, tracing gentle, wet kisses over Jin’s neck. “Please do it properly. Your other producers are unsatisfied with your last performance,” he explains, his face still buried in Jin’s hair, his fingers slowly unbuttoning Jin’s shirt.
Jin grins, placing his hands on his boss’ waist. “But you’d never drop me, would you?” he teases, enjoying the slow grinding motions Kame was now making against him.
Kame raises his head and shrugs, finished undoing the rest of Jin’s buttons. “We don’t know that,” he answers, leaning his forehead against Jin’s and planting a quick kiss on the latter’s parted lips. “We’ll have to see how far you can go.”
He swiftly gets off of Jin and shoves down his pants, and words are unnecessary as Jin obediently kneels in front of him, his wet and warm mouth open and inviting.
Black, black, black and blue
Beat me ‘til I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “Hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Meisa had always held a high opinion of Jin’s boss. She had the chance to work with him when he was still more active in the spotlight. Nowadays, Kamenashi prefers to work behind the scenes, most of his projects being production for TV and music.
She was on the phone with Jin an hour ago, her husband informing her that Kamenashi was coming over for dinner. Meisa remembers Jin’s last recording schedule was a couple of days back, but it was nice that Jin and Kamenashi always found time to hang out.
“Good evening, and sorry for the trouble,” Kamenashi bows to Meisa as he stands tentatively before the threshold of their home.
“It’s no trouble at all, Kamenashi-san!” she replies cheerfully, bowing back. “It’s always a pleasure to have you over.”
Meisa had always liked Kamenashi, ever since she got to act with him in a drama some years ago. He was a very warm person who was always concerned for his colleagues. Meisa observed, too, that Kamenashi’s impeccable taste had only become, if possible, more expensive. He’s dressed in a crisp suit - luxurious fabric, meticulous stitching, trimmings and cufflinks that probably tripled the cost - fit for the music executive that he is. Peering out the door, she sees a pristine new sports car in the driveway beside Jin’s year-old vehicle.
She was delighted, too, that Kamenashi and Jin were such good friends. If anything, it meant Jin always had an ally in the industry where everyone’s career was always so volatile and only a few people like Kamenashi had managed to survive and solidify their status and image as true professionals.
Now, sitting at the dining table, Meisa couldn’t recall if she had ever cooked for her co-stars in her drama with Kamenashi back then. No one but her family - now Jin included - had ever tasted her cooking. Kamenashi had only the nicest things to say, however.
“Don’t they say how the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Kamenashi asks over dinner, earning a nod from the husband and wife. “Then how come Meisa-san isn’t expecting yet?” he adds, and Jin silently chokes on his food before shooting Kame a bewildered stare.
“Jin, I don’t know about you, but if I had a wife who cooked this good,” Kamenashi grins at Meisa, who is already chuckling albeit blushing slightly. “We would have made enough kids to form a baseball team by now.”
Jin pauses, his expression indecipherable, then Meisa feels his struggle to laugh, and he does, but somehow she could tell it wasn’t normal. She thought, though, that Jin need not be offended by Kamenashi’s genial remark. It was not like they’re not friends, and besides, she is in no hurry to make their family bigger, anyway.
Mad woman, bad woman
That’s just what you are
Yeah you smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Jin throws his pencil over the sheet music in frustration, at the same time ripping his headphones off. They had been going through the same line over and over again for the past thirty minutes. Jin had been hitting the right notes all along, but on the other side of the soundproof glass, they were disagreeing over god knows what.
Actually, it was okay for the rest of the crew and producers present in the recording, but for some reason, Kame was the one who kept telling Jin to sing the part over and over again. Jin looks angrily at the younger man, annoyed, but Kame looks back at him, and he opts to glare at Kame’s printed white shirt instead.
“Is there a problem, Akanishi-san?” Kame asks through the studio radio, gazing at Jin through his dark sunglasses. The thin smile on his lips is very much visible, however.
“I just think,” Jin begins in forced calm. “That my last try at it was good enough,” he says, choosing his words carefully.
He doesn’t even understand why Kame is being such a bitch right now. It’s the first time in a week that they see each other and Kame treats him like this?
“If you think that’s good enough - ”
Kame’s smile widens, and he sits back in his high-backed chair, his gaze never leaving Jin.
“ - then maybe it’s time you find a different recording company, Akanishi-san? One that is good enough for your own standards?”
Everyone in the studio freezes and looks at either Kamenashi or Akanishi, shocked and worried if the former was serious, and on their toes for how Akanishi would react to such a threat.
“I - I don’t - ” Jin stutters stupidly, looking blankly back at Kame. He was puzzled, and a bit hurt.
At that moment, Kame throws his head back and laughs, and there is a collective sigh of relief in the booth.
“Let’s hear it again, Akanishi-san,” Kame ignores everyone and assumes a business-like attitude once more. “And please do it properly this time.”
And, mind still buzzing, Jin did do it properly, where ‘properly’ meant however Kame wanted him to do it, no matter how many times over. Because really, in the studio or outside of it, Kamenashi Kazuya called the shots over Akanishi Jin.
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
“Last week’s recording - why were you - ” Jin begins his question, halting every now and then to allow Kame to continue his task of tenderly nipping at the corners of Jin’s mouth, his teeth tugging at Jin’s lower lip every so often.
“Mmm…?” Kame wordlessly asks with closed eyes, moving on to brush his lips over the taller man’s cheekbones. Jin responds with a quiet sigh and a squeeze of both of Kame’s hands that intertwined with his.
“You were all haughty and - demanding and - unhhh…” Akanishi’s words get lost in the groan that he let out as Kame slips down his cock just a bit, burying him into the smaller man some more.
Kame lets out a held back pant as he tries to accommodate just a little more of Jin. That was always the advantage of being in this position in bed; having Jin underneath him and deciding how much he could take. Kame detaches one of his hands from Jin’s as he reaches between them to stroke his own member gently; as he does so, he lets out a warm breath over Jin’s neck and chest, sending a shiver up the taller man’s spine
“I was just - pushing you - to do better - ” Kame explains, even as they start on a rhythm. He shoves himself down on Jin’s member deliberately, and Jin’s slow thrusts come up to meet him, and soon they find a pace that is delightful for both of their bodies, rather tired from all the day’s work
Jin had to go to photo shoots for three different magazines earlier that day, and just before coming into the hotel to meet with Kame, he shot some scenes for his new music video, plus a phone interview with a US-based music show for his new single. He doesn’t know what Kame’s activities for the day were, but it probably involved all the usual fake smiles and firm civility Kame, as an esteemed artist and producer, was so good at.
“You always have to - uhhhh, yes… give your best - ” Kame continues, his words now punctuated by quiet verbalizations of pleasure as their bodies become slick and sweaty, chafing against each other. “If you want to be a household name - ”
Jin was not at the same level of popularity as Kame, but given his schedule and his grave lack of free time, he’d say he’s pretty much prominent these days. He doesn’t voice this out to his producer, though. He opts to plant his feet firmly on the bed and, holding onto Kame’s waist tightly, he raises his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts and eliciting louder moans and whimpers from the man on top of him. Kame’s hands move to clench at Jin’s shoulders, the slant of his body allowing Jin a deeper thrust altogether, and as Jin pounds into him, Kame throws his head back with a cry, feeling Jin hit the right spot inside him over and over again.
To give me all your love
Is all I ever asked
‘Cause what you don’t understand is
“Fuck - Jin - harder!” Kame curses with closed eyes as he repeatedly impales himself upon Jin’s cock, and Jin watches him with half-lidded eyes, his heart beating faster with every second, every motion that leads them closer to their climax. Kame opens his eyes and leans over to kiss the taller man once more, fiercer this time as tongues battle for dominance and teeth bump against each other and bite on wet tongues and bruised lips, but Kame did not miss Jin’s gaze before they did; Jin was looking at him with so much passion - something so close to worship - and Kame fleetingly wonders what exactly Jin was feeling.
At the wrong moment, Jin’s phone suddenly rings from the bedside table, and even as he continues shoving up into Kame, he grabs his phone and looks at the screen.
“Meisa - ” he informs Kame, about to throw the phone back onto the nightstand, but Kame, grinning deviously, snatches his wrist and grabs the phone, pressing the ‘Answer’ button before Jin could even protest.
“Hello?”
The faint sound of Meisa’s voice comes from the device, and Jin watches Kame with bated breath. All the while, Kame never falters and goes on riding Jin’s cock. For a few moments, the only thing that could be heard in the room was the slapping of skin against skin and the slick sound of Jin’s member going in and out of Kame’s hole.
“Hello?”
Meisa says again, the pitch of her voice higher this time as she wonders why Jin picked up but isn’t answering, and Kame chooses this instant to dip his head and bite gently at Jin’s collarbone, at the same time adding a grind to his action against Jin’s thrust, all the sensations converging to betray Jin’s will, and, against his better judgment, Jin lets out a strangled moan, definitely audible on Meisa’s end. With another grind against Jin, Kame ends the call.
I’d catch a grenade for you
Throw my hand on the blade for you
Jin doesn’t know what to expect as he parks in the driveway of his home. He didn’t hear from Meisa again after her imperfectly timed call, and Kame stopped him from trying to reach her, too.
“Ignore it,” Kame demanded, throwing the phone to the side of the bed to land wherever and capturing Jin’s lips in his again, their rhythm never faltering because, as much as Jin was distracted by what happened, Kame seemed highly efficient at multitasking.
“I was going to ignore it - ” Jin hissed into Kame’s mouth. “But you - ahhh - you had to do that - ”
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Kame asked, and Jin could sense that he was talking behind a cloud of lust beginning to gather in his head. “The fear of being found out - ” Kame paused, groaning as Jin hit deep inside him again. “And fucking me as it happens - ”
“You’re sick, aren’t you?” Jin replied, letting his head fall back on the bed as Kame throws his head back in ecstasy.
“And you love it - ” Kame uttered before they came trembling blissfully together, Jin spilling his semen inside Kame, and the latter spraying their chests and stomachs with white, hot liquid. Their gasps echoed each other with the mirrored rapid rising and falling of their chests, and Jin saw it fit to drown Kame’s satisfied groans with a long, loving kiss, until Kame collapsed on top of him, their bodies too tired to part from each other.
Now, as Jin walks up to the porch of his house, he feels that it was not a good idea to ignore Meisa’s call, after all. And he hasn’t even talked to her yet. His heart pounds as he enters, only to find a dark and silent home.
He takes off his jacket and puts the keys on the foyer table, trying to act natural. He comes up the stairs and into the bedroom, finding his wife sleeping on the bed. She was never one to stay up late and wait for him, and it didn’t bother Jin; he’d only be worked up if he cost her sleep.
“Jin?” Meisa stirs, looking at him as he changes into bed clothes. Jin looks at her, and she seems sleepy, but that was it.
“Hey,” Jin replies timidly, clambering into bed beside her. He took a shower before leaving the hotel.
“What time is it?” she asks. Her eyes are closed again, but she turns to Jin, snuggling just a bit closer.
“One thirty.”
“Recording took a while, huh.”
“Hn?” was all that Jin could ask.
He had not offered any excuse for tonight’s lateness. So far in their marriage, he and Meisa had not had a major fight, and judging from the way she welcomes him into bed beside her, this was not going to be the first. Jin doesn’t know how, but apparently his wife is not aware of what she had interrupted with her call earlier.
“Kamenashi-san called up a while ago,” Meisa says, her face buried in Jin’s chest and her words muffled. “He was apologizing about keeping you in the studio so late… but he just wants you to perfect your new song.”
“Oh…” Jin could not even stand to put an arm around his wife right now, so he settles for patting her gently on the head. “He’s just… concerned about us…” his voice trails off.
It takes Jin a good two hours to fall asleep, and when he does, his dreams are flooded with startling images: Meisa crying while holding a baby which was supposedly their child; Kame standing behind her, laughing at Jin; and suddenly they’re in a court room where a trial was taking place. Just right before Jin wakes up, he finds out that the trial is about the murder of Meisa and Kame, and Jin was the defendant for the crimes.
I’d jump in front of a train for you
You know I’d do anything for you
The bathroom door bangs against the wall, but there’s no one in the house except for the two of them to hear. Jin pushes Kame against the tiled wall, practically ripping the smaller man’s shirt off of him as Jin devours his mouth. Kame’s face is flushed, but Jin’s sure he’s enjoying the rough treatment, offering his bare chest to Jin’s kisses, and Jin’s hands come up to toy with his nipples, twisting and pinching with each flick of his tongue.
“Oh, Jin, yessss…” Kame’s whine sounds so enticing to Jin’s ears, and he feels the pressure in his lower regions build up. Kame seems to sense this, too, and commences undressing Jin, starting with the taller man’s belt, pants, and briefs. Jin’s stiff member springs up as the garments come off, and Kame shoots Jin a naughty smile before getting down on his knees.
Jin’s palms press against the cold bathroom wall, looking down at Kame as the smaller man kisses the tip of his cock, his precum smearing over the latter’s slightly swollen lips. Kame locks his hands behind Jin’s knees to keep the man from buckling over him, but Jin’s head swarms with all the curses he knows as Kame’s tongue darts out and swirls around the head before he takes Jin to the hilt into his mouth. All that Jin lets out, however, are moans and gasps as Kame’s head begins to bob up and down his shaft, teeth lightly grazing the flesh, his lips making smacking sounds each time he lets go of Jin’s length. One of Kame’s hands leaves his leg to pump him instead, fingers curling around him as Kame spits on his cock to keep him moist. Soon, though, Jin pulls Kame by the hair away from his shaft and up against him once more.
“Coming yet?” Kame teases, unbuckling his own belt.
“Sure, inside you,” Jin growls, turning Kame around and covering the smaller body with his own, just as Kame’s pants drop to his ankles. “Get the lube - in the cabinet - ”
“You keep your lube in here?” Kame asks even as he obeys, opening the cabinet above the sink and taking out a small bottle which Jin snatches with lightning speed. “What does your wife say?” he adds, and he does nothing to hide the amusement in his voice.
“This is my bathroom,” Jin answers, slapping Kame on the ass harshly. “She doesn’t come in here.”
“Oh,” Kame merely acknowledges before he feels Jin’s finger at his entrance.
Kame sighs as he feels Jin insert a slick finger slowly, and then, two, and then makes scissoring motions, twisting them inside him; all the usual preparation. Perhaps it was because they had gotten too used to each other that it sometimes felt that such was not needed anymore, and sure enough, even Jin grows impatient, and Kame soon feels Jin position himself behind him.
“You okay?” Jin asks over Kame’s shoulder when his entire length is inside.
“Y - yeah,” Kame is breathless, but manages to shrug off his shirt and kick off his pants.
“Too hot to handle?” It was Jin’s turn to tease, his now slippery hand crawling in front of Kame to fondle the smaller man’s shaft.
“Just move already.”
Kame rolls his eyes even if Jin couldn’t see him, and Jin does begin to move, pulling out just a bit and torturously slow, and Kame whines out of character.
“Shhh,” Jin hushes against Kame’s shoulder, his hands momentarily leaving Kame’s body to shrug off his own clothes as well. After doing so, he showers Kame’s back with delicate kisses, his one hand back to stroking Kame’s cock and his other playing with Kame’s nipple. Kame’s knuckles turn white as his grip on the edges of the sink tightens, and he sucks in a shaky breath, the pleasure building up, threatening to overwhelm him as Jin’s movements become faster, his thrusts coming in deeper.
“Jin - ” Kame says after a while, straightening up and pulling away from Jin. “ - in the shower,” he says, grinning.
If my body was on fire
You would watch me burn down in flames
Jin doesn’t even ask why anymore. He’s used to Kame’s impulses, too, and so they walk over to the shower area, Jin turning on the hot water over them. He turns to Kame, whose back is now against the wall, and kisses him for the nth time, their saliva mixing with the warm water pouring over them. Those are no longer the only liquids they share as Jin enters Kame once more, one of Kame’s legs wrapping around his waist to accommodate their position.
Their groans and gasps become lost in the constant splash of water reverberating around the bathroom, but at some point Kame opens his eyes and gazes at Jin in a fascinated manner and asks, “Have you and Meisa ever done it in here?”
Jin expresses his exasperation with a grunt, but Kame is surprised that he takes it rather well; he doesn’t even falter with his tempo. “Why would you even think about her right now?” he asks back, biting at Kame’s collarbone affectionately, making Kame jerk against him, needing more heat and more friction as their bodies work together.
“Don’t you - oh fuck yes - think about her at all - ? Nnghhh… ” Kame teases some more despite his slipping grip around Jin’s shoulders and the taller man’s rhythmic slamming into him. Even with the water running down their skin, Jin could feel the scorching underneath his skin, and he knew too well that the only way to relieve himself was to fuck Kame senseless.
“Why would - I think about her - if I’m - fucking you - ?” he answers with another question, his words barely comprehensible over his gasps. His one hand clenches at Kame’s thigh even tighter, his nails digging into Kame’s smooth skin, while his other hand holds on to Kame’s nape, trapping the man’s face with his kisses.
For a while, Kame doesn’t answer, and Jin understands, because other lewd whimpers and curses pour forth from the producer’s mouth, his hands moving swiftly all over - feeling Jin’s skin everywhere, incoherently toying with Jin’s nipples, raking over Jin’s drenched hair - until they settle with one hand clawing at Jin’s shoulders as Kame pumps his own cock thoughtlessly with the other, and Jin tries to keep his eyes open for the breathtakingly vulgar show. He dips his head to flick a tongue over a tiny nipple, and even that simple act elicits a sharp moan from Kame, and Jin just loves the delicious, strangled quality to it as his thrusts quake Kame against the wall.
Finally, Kame comes up with a retort, and it’s an answer that sends Jin over the edge, makes him pound mercilessly into the other man until he finds his release - never mind that Kame’s head bumps against the tiles a few times because the whore was enjoying this just as much as Jin was.
“Do you think of me while fucking her?” Kame asks, and Jin sees in his mind all the times that he did, because he does. He thinks about Kame when he fucks her, when he fucks other women, and even when he touches himself, and never has he ever felt apologetic for it. Kame doesn’t know this, but he seems to sense Jin’s insatiable desire for him, but Jin really doesn’t care.
Jin comes inside Kame, trembling and shivering with a guttural groan against a pair of thin, succulent lips, and if it weren’t for the apparent tremors sweeping over the smaller man’s own form, Jin would not have known that Kame had come, too, the semen that had spurted out onto their stomachs and chests quickly washed away by the water still pouring over them.
He lets go of Kame’s thigh, and the smaller man stands on two feet again, Jin leaning over him in a still shaky hug, puffs of air over each other’s skin.
“God I love you,” Jin mutters with closed eyes as he tries to catch his breath, his chest still rising and falling unevenly. Amid the spatter all around them, he hears Kame respond in the form of a chuckle which grows out into a carefree laugh.
You said you loved me, you’re a liar
‘Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby
Jin flicks his cigarette into the ashtray on the center table before leaning back in his spot on the couch, turning the page in the new project outline the recording company sent in this morning. Meisa was in the kitchen preparing a meal for two. From the living room, Jin could hear her happy hums along with the occasional clattering of a ladle and clanging of pots and plates.
Taking that quick holiday last week in Okinawa seemed to have done her good, and even she admits that going on the trip back to her hometown made her miss work even just a bit. Next week, she’ll be starting shooting a new drama - a project for which Kame had generously recommended her to his connections in the industry.
“Obaa-chan says ‘Hi!’” she said to Jin, giggling into her phone. Jin received a call from her as soon as she arrived at the Kuroki residence - about five minutes after he and Kame had finished fucking in the bathroom.
“Send her my regards,” Jin replied, smiling despite himself. Across him on the other side of the kitchen counter, Kame, who was barely dressed with just a bathrobe hanging loose around him, smirked over his coffee cup.
“You’re really close with the rest of the family?” Kame asked once the call ended. Jin looked at him curiously before taking a sip of his own coffee. Kame rarely brought up the topic of Jin’s marriage, much less his in-laws.
“Yeah, I’ve been there a few times,” Jin shrugged, his uncombed hair dripping over his shoulders and onto his own bathrobe.
Now Jin wonders what it would be like to meet Kame’s family and tell them they’re in a relationship. Come to think of it, Jin doesn’t even know if the producer’s family knows about their second youngest son’s sexual orientation.
“Lunch is almost ready!” Meisa calls from the kitchen and Jin smiles, but does not respond.
He flips through some more pages of the booklet, recognizing dates and names he’s supposed to work with in the coming months, until he passes by and has to backtrack to a page indicating his work scheduled three months from now.
‘End of existing contract,’ it says. In the past, after his contract had expired, naturally he renewed it with the company, so a subsequent schedule for reading of contract terms and contract signing would be indicated. On this outline, though, it says that after the expiration of his contract, there shall be a ‘turn over to new recording company; contract terms to be drafted hereafter.’
Jin’s blood just about rushed to his head, but he can’t say he didn’t see this coming. The management had been itching to get rid of him, at least within their studios, and the ‘new recording company’ referred to in the pamphlet was but a sister company whose abilities Jin did not doubt, but whose tactics worried him quite well.
Jin reads through the rest of the page, more and more annoyed with the rationale for this stupid move. At the very bottom, he reads a list of producer names who had voted for his transfer. Takizawa Hideaki, Kimura Takuya, Domoto Koichi - no surprise there, these bastards had hated his guts since day one. Yamashita Tomohisa - well that hurts a bit, Jin thought this guy was rather chill. At the very bottom, indicating that this name had the final word on the entire arrangement - Endorsed by: Kamenashi Kazuya.
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
“Jin, get out of the way - ” Kame says in a bored voice from behind the wheel.
Jin doesn’t budge, however, and remains standing right in front of Kame’s car, knees touching the bumper. He looks straight ahead into the windshield, eyes boring into Kame’s passive ones, and even at that moment Jin feels a sting in his heart.
“You’ve been avoiding me - ”
“No, I haven’t,” Kame replies with almost a giggle, finally killing the engine. The basement parking lot falls silent, and Jin sighs as Kame gets out of the car, approaching him languidly.
Ever since Jin succeeded in persuading the rest of the producers against his transfer, he felt that Kame had become distant, ignoring most of his calls and refusing to meet several times now. He did not even seem interested when, during one hotel rendezvous which Kame had at least granted for him, Jin said he would accept the transfer if Kame went on a trip with him.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said, hardly keeping his laughter at bay even as he caressed Jin’s cheek lovingly. “You’ve worked so hard to convince Takki-sempai and the others… and you’d forfeit that just for a vacation with me?”
“Why not?” Jin replied, shifting on Kame’s lap to see his boss’ face better. “I want to spend more time with you,” he added, nuzzling into Kame’s crotch.
“You’d forgo your career plans just to get more time to fuck me?” Kame challenged, pushing Jin off his lap and untying the knot around his bathrobe. He had already taken a shower after one round with Jin, but they never set limits when they met - they’d fuck for as long as they still craved.
“Because I love you,” Jin replied softly, freeing himself of his own bathrobe before climbing over the smaller man.
For a fleeting moment, Jin saw surprise in Kame’s eyes at his words. It was only the second time he had ever said that, and he didn’t give it much thought when he did; it just came naturally to him.
“Kame - ” Jin begins, his voice resonating around the dark and empty basement. It was three in the afternoon, lull time for the studios in the building above. Kame stands beside the car, waiting for Jin to continue. “I’m… thinking of leaving her.”
Again, the stunned look on Kame’s face is short-lived, and he smiles - not the kind of smile Jin hoped to see. Jin sits down on the hood, raising his feet over the bumpers. He stares at the grey flooring for a bit, unsure of what he has to say next or what to ask of Kame. It’s all rushed, he’d admit, but it’s not like it hasn’t been leading to this all along.
“You mean, getting a divorce?” Kame finally asks, walking over to stand in front of him, arms folded over his chest. Sometimes he was such a girl.
“Yeah, I guess if I stop living in the same house and all that shit, we’ll have to do that,” Jin replies, resting his back against the windshield. “So… what do you think?”
Kame surprises Jin again, as the younger man laughs out loud, his derisive mirth ringing around the parking lot and in Jin’s ears. Jin sits up and raises an eyebrow, but he has to wait a bit for Kame to quiet down. The look on Kame’s face… Jin could not decipher what kind of amusement it was.
“Jin,” Kame starts, his eyes rather watery from laughing. “If you’re trying to fuck your life up, that’s your decision. No need to pull me into it.”
“What?” Jin asks, taken aback.
Kame climbs onto the hood of the car, too, and leans into him, one knee wedged between Jin’s thighs. The smaller man reaches out and pulls Jin up slowly by the collar, and all the while he grins as he runs a wet tongue over Jin’s lower lip.
“Jin, I think you’re getting the wrong idea,” he whispers, looking Jin in the eye and bringing a hand down to Jin’s groin. “This is for fun,” Kame says, kneading Jin’s bulge through his jeans.
“Ahhh…” Jin involuntarily answers, his body enjoying despite his mind’s concerns. Kame’s hand accelerates on his still clothed shaft, and the smaller man flicks his tongue against Jin’s earlobe this time. “God, yes - more - ” Jin begs his boss.
Kame undoes a few buttons on his shirt and pulls Jin’s face against his chest, and Jin complies with the unspoken command, immediately sucking on a nipple and toying with the other with his hands. All the while Kame’s hand never leaves his cock, rubbing and stroking through the fabric until Jin realizes he doesn’t even need to feel anything else to come, for as long as it’s Kame’s hand that’s working on him.
Jin comes in his underwear, his breathing erratic and ticklish along the trail of saliva he’s made on Kame’s chest. He feels Kame’s other hand pat his head a few times before the producer climbs off of him and the car and stands in front of him with his most pleased expression yet.
“Damn, you really are a whore for me, aren’t you?” Kame says. He shakes his head as he walks back to the driver’s side. “That transfer was supposed to end all this,” he explains, getting back in the car as Jin climbs off the hood. “I really don’t care what you want to do about your marriage, but if you want to - ”
Kame pauses, smirking and surveying Jin who was standing to the side of the car with a look halfway between confused and distressed.
“ - continue this, talk to Takizawa and tell him the transfer’s back on.”
He puts on his sunglasses and starts the engine.
“We’ll work out a schedule for your needs when you’ve transferred to the other company.”
Kame drives off in a blur, and minutes after, Jin remains standing there, not really comprehending what his life has become. At this point, he does not know what to tell his wife. He had gone crazy over a man - his boss - and he does not even feel the least bit sorry, only worried and confused as to how to proceed. All he knows is that he wants Kame, enough to leave his wife and throw away his life as he knows it - because of course, Jin will talk to Takizawa and ask to be transferred, if that’s what it takes for him to be able to see Kame.
Jin wants him so bad - a burning desire that is threatening to devour him - and Jin was going to have him, no matter what. From the start and right to the end, Jin would only do what he wanted, and always gets what he wants.
Eternally oblivious that in spite of everything he’s done, he was the younger man’s puppet all along.
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won’t do the same
~end~
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Sort of song fic to the tune of Grenade by Bruno Mars.
If you don’t know what to feel after reading this, I guess it’s normal. But comment because I demand for it now (LOL). Interesting to know how many AK shippers there still are.
Sequel 1: Dirty Tactics (NC-17)
Sequel 2: In the Confines of Amusement (NC-17)
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