[fic] Dirty Tactics

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Title: Dirty Tactics
Pairing: Akame
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Psychological Thriller, Smut
Beta: carboncastel and gaea_chan
Warning: Infidelity (again), and are your Meisanishi wounds still raw and bloody? A teeny bit of het, just for more yaoi fun, if you know what I mean.
Summary: We’ll make them turn their heads every place we go.
A/N: The unplanned sequel. Cheers to this madness! And you guys have this gif to thank for seducing me enough to write this. Damn those delicious, delicious thighs. This is a sequel to The Games We Play (NC-17), but hey, the smut can stand alone if that’s what you’re here for. I do believe this is sicker and slicker than its predecessor, but didn’t I predict that it’s all downhill from the moment I accepted my fate to ship AK until I can’t anymore remember who I am?

oOo

The night we met, I knew I needed you so

Kame takes a measured, deep breath, allowing his senses to clear even as he deceives his mind with the need for bliss that is building up within his veins, within his very core. The white silk shirt barely hanging over his shoulders allows him to slide his back just a little bit lower against the headboard to a more comfortable position as his sighs become more pronounced and his muted, soft groans become more audible. No one is in the room with him, but in his mind, as he carefully, slowly runs his index finger up a vein on the underside of his throbbing cock, Kame sees but a thousand scenarios of triumph and satisfaction.

He inhales - gasps - and it’s involuntary this time, and as much as he starts to crave for the heat, as much as he wants to wrap his fingers tight around his shaft and get it over with, Kame is a disciplined man, and he even teases himself, to make him want just a bit more, by swiping a thumb over the slit on the head of his aching member.

The scent of the candles that illuminate the otherwise pitch black room tickle and amuse Kame’s vague thoughts. It harks back to his victories, the power he holds right this moment… He is reminded of the full trophy rack he has, and he thinks of each and every occasion he was bestowed such honors. Kame lets out another hushed moan as he reminisces being awarded Best Actor for that drama he did last year. It was a walkover for him, and who knew people would love seeing him as a monster? If they only knew the real demon that lay within him…

With his free hand, Kame caresses his flushed face, his crimson lips, his tense neck, and his chest that glistened with a fine sheet of sweat. He coats his fingers with his own saliva, and he lets it glide across his shoulder blades, daubs his own fluid over his hot skin, all the while in his mind he sees a certain someone else doing all those things to him. A shy smile pulls at the corners of his lips as his fingers brush over his erect nipples, and he gasps again, feeling how his blood - the heat - is rushing to his groin.

Kame’s cock becomes moist and wet with the precum smearing all over it, and he supports himself with his free hand as he kicks off his dark designer jeans, and in the darkness, Kame could not tell where it landed around the bed. It’s safer there, he thinks, as he feels himself inch ever so nearer to the peak, and he fondles his sacs - cautiously so that he doesn’t make himself come all too soon - as his other hand quickens its pace on his desperately leaking shaft.

Kame can vividly see Akanishi’s face in his mind; the way the taller man childishly pouts when he’s deprived of something, the way his face lights up when he sees Kame, the way his brows scrunch together when he’s confused over something Kame tells him - the points on which Kame could lust over Jin were limitless. But perhaps, more than anything, Kame loves the look on Jin’s face when he foolishly believes Kame’s promises. Kame rarely gives his word without the intention of keeping it, but Jin… Jin is a different story. Jin takes each word Kame says as the truth, and that fascinates Kame the most.

Because Kame is a fiend - a devil from Jin’s worst, wildest nightmare. He upholds an appealing façade and a pleasant attitude, but even Jin has pretty much seen how selfish Kame is. Kame loves himself above everything and everyone else, and it may just be ill fortune that Jin came to know him. How Jin struggles to keep Kame in his life, though, is entirely his fault.

Now, as even the still and cool sheets grow warm and add to the pressure swelling inside of him, as his hand quickens on his shaft, even as his hips urgently thrust up to his own touch, Kame thinks of Jin, and it makes him so violently come - a proud moan amidst a marked shortness of breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, collecting spurts of his semen, hot and sticky really just like the rest of his body, along with his muscles trembling with sheer pleasure - and he smiles wider, seeing in his mind all the things he could still do to Akanishi Jin.

And if I had the chance, I’d never let you go

Meisa was surprised to receive a call from Kamenashi earlier that day, but now, as she sits at a table fairly secluded by plant ornaments thoughtfully provided by the restaurant staff, she tells herself that, indeed, it’s okay, because it’s Kamenashi, and Kamenashi is her husband’s friend, and that makes him her friend, too.

These days, Meisa only always meets Kamenashi when he comes by their house to hang out with Jin, or when Meisa visits Jin during recording, where Kamenashi, as one of Jin’s producers, would work hands on. Whenever she sees Kamenashi, Jin is always there to assist their conversations and insert information and perhaps jokes where it’s needed. It’s normal for her to get nervous around people she doesn’t regularly mingle with, but she wills herself to go back to the set of that drama four years ago, reminds herself of how comfortable it was to be around Kamenashi and talk to him about random things.

Meisa looks around the restaurant and then checks his watch. Kamenashi is running a bit late for the time he set himself. Meisa agreed to the dinner despite having plans to meet up with some of her friends tonight, because really, who was she to refuse this man who has helped Jin in so many ways, and who has recently helped her, too, with landing the role for her new drama.

“I’m so sorry!” Kamenashi apologizes rather loudly, startling Meisa a bit as he arrives beside the table. He bows to the actress, looking genuinely guilty, but Meisa waves it off and beams at him.

“It’s alright, Kamenashi-san,” she says. “It was only a couple of minutes, and I can only imagine the workload you have, plus the traffic in the city - ”

“I truly envy Jin for having such an understanding wife,” Kamenashi interrupts her, and Meisa blushes a bit. “I’d love to be in a relationship with someone as indulgent as you,” he adds, and it confuses Meisa how she feels a bit funny over that last comment.

They order food and drinks, even letting themselves have a bit of alcohol because Kamenashi insists this simple dinner to be a celebration of Meisa’s revived acting career. True, the marriage made her lie low for a bit, and Kamenashi was the first to reach out to her and give her another chance which the rest of the industry seemed so reluctant to offer.

Kamenashi also basically interviews her about the project - how is the cast and crew, does the script sound promising to you, how long do you shoot in a day, have there been a lot of outtakes yet - and they go back to talking about the cast and crew, and he demands for her to tell him immediately if she experiences trouble with any of the people on set.

Spending time with Kamenashi was a pleasant twist to her otherwise boring day, and Meisa could not help but feel really secure with Kamenashi; he’s such a gentleman, and by and large a kind and supportive person. Now, as they walk out into the parking lot where her vehicle is parked, she’s more than keen to tell Kamenashi that she looks forward to having something like this again in the future.

However, Kamenashi surprises her with a request of his own.

“I know you guys don’t like keeping things from each other but… can we keep this dinner a secret from Jin?”

He asks with a serious face, eyes boring into hers, and she blinks back like a deer caught in the headlights. His one hand rests coolly against Meisa’s car door, his other hand in his pocket.

“It’s just that… I kinda blew off on recording earlier,” Kamenashi explains sheepishly.

So he left Jin and the crew to finish the rest of the work. A knot in Meisa’s chest loosens up, and she smiles back at him as she fishes her car keys from her purse.

“Oh, okay then,” she says, nodding up at Kamenashi cheerfully, like a little girl thrilled over sharing a secret with someone.

“This will be our little secret for now,” he says, winking at her with his trademark idol smile, and while Meisa has seen that act countless of times, it nevertheless makes her breath catch up in her chest, and she finds herself bothered about it. That night, even as she lies in bed with Jin, she guiltily replays the image of Kame’s flashing eyes and dazzling smile in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.

So won’t you say you love me?

Kame had just finished taking a shower, and the water from his wavy brown locks drips steadily onto the towel draped over his shoulders. He brushes off the hair from his eyes as he flips through his planner, checking his schedule for the day, and realizes, as a drop of water lands on the page, that today looks pretty much free; his only ‘appointment’ is for later that evening - he had agreed to meet with Jin tonight.

Turning the page, he sees the schedule Jin had willingly surrendered to him when they made arrangements - the other man is quite busy today, but Kame smirks because he just knows how Jin would be dying to ditch his entire day’s itinerary and just come straight to Kame.

Kame goes to his doorstep for the daily newspaper delivery, and as he picks it up from the porch, his expectations are brilliantly met. He smiles, reading the headline:

‘Has Kuroki Meisa left her husband for Kamenashi?’

Beside it is a grainy black and white picture of two people’s backs walking along the sidewalk of a restaurant.

Kame goes back into the house, stretching and still yawning a bit, though his mood is definitely better now. This article should give a twist to his date with Jin. Still only clothed by a towel around his hips, he settles at a table out at the veranda, waiting for his coffee to cool a bit. He sits back in his wooden chair and enjoys the morning breeze, and, unfolding the newspaper, he reads, his smile growing bigger with each line.

‘Comeback actress Kuroki Meisa (23) and music and TV producer and actor Kamenashi Kazuya (26) were seen together in a restaurant last night. Witnesses who were in the same restaurant at around 8 PM verify that the two seemed really at ease with each other, and that while they did request for some privacy during dinner, the two were nevertheless “very close and rather sweet.”

Even with such intimacy, members of the press would have let it go - especially since it may appear to be a promotional strategy for Kuroki’s new drama - except that, following the two after dinner, more witnesses confirm seeing them enter a love hotel together.’

Kame is at the verge of laughing out loud, but he resists. He doesn’t know where they got the idea of he and Meisa going to a love hotel, but he’s not complaining. After all, just a date would be boring. The worst that this love hotel bit could do is to fire Akanishi up later, and when the man is angry, Kame is in control the most.

‘Kamenashi is a highly acclaimed actor who has rendered skills in a long list of dramas, one of them a project with Kuroki a few years ago, and he has also produced a number of tracks for the actress’ husband, singer Akanishi Jin. Kuroki’s role in her new drama, Sekai no Owari, was found to have been offered to another actress (whose name remains undisclosed by Sekai no Owari staff), but it is now rumored that Kamenashi stepped in and urged for the drama’s producers to give the role to Kuroki instead.’

Kame has to congratulate himself for that one, and Jin was so happy and grateful over that, too. It was an innocent intention to help Meisa get back on track with her career, but who would have known it would work to his advantage now, too?

‘Not much is reported about Kuroki’s private life with Akanishi, although it was previously reported that, after being wedded, Kuroki determinedly refused to change her screen name to ‘Akanishi Meisa.’ They are very secretive about their marriage, and it would be a pity if the first report about their married life would be an impending divorce following this scandal.’

Done with the piece of writing, Kame folds the newspaper up, uninterested in the rest of today’s news. He can just imagine Jin reading it and shaking with rage… and yet, Jin would not know what he is angry about. Kame smirks, taking a sip of his coffee as he hears the front door open and close, the slow clacking of heels against the living room floor following the sound.

“Good morning, Kamenashi-sama,” the pretty young woman says, standing at the door to the veranda.

She’s scarcely dressed with a tight mini-dress, and Kame could guess she wears nothing underneath. The wind blows along the terrace again, and her mid-length blonde hair sways over her shoulders, her one hand keeping it from her face. Her blue eyes are charming, as always, but her milky white skin is what Kame loves best; it reminds him of someone.

“You’re just in time,” Kame replies, nodding. “We’ll stay out here today,” he informs her, and he doesn’t miss the fleeting look of shock and embarrassment on her face. She recovers quite quickly, though, being the professional that she is.

“Shall we start?” she asks, approaching and setting down her little purse on the chair across the small table.

“Yes, please,” Kame agrees, sitting back in his chair.

Given the green light, the girl kneels down in front of him and affectionately kisses his chest and stomach as she slowly, cautiously pulls off the towel around his hips.

I’ll make you so proud of me

Jin throws his bag, phone, and sunglasses into the passenger seat before walking around his car and angrily settling into the driver’s seat. It’s 3 PM and he had just got off a meeting with the agency, and they were questioning him about the scandal. What the fuck should he know?! They’re always so reliant on Kamenashi’s opinions and decisions, why don’t they ask him now?

Jin told everyone that he doesn’t know anything, because that is the truth, and he was instructed to refuse to give any comment, should he be somehow ambushed by the press. Like hell he would give a comment. He won’t give anyone anything until he finds out what this is about.

Speeding down town and arriving at the mansion in record time, he calls Kame’s phone repeatedly, impatiently, until finally the electronically operated gates open for him to drive in. He parks haphazardly in front of the house, but he couldn’t care less. They were actually supposed to meet in the evening at a hotel an hour’s drive away from the city, but Jin cannot and will not wait any longer.

He hurriedly walks up to the door, his head buzzing. He’s not welcome in Kame’s home, and he had been here just once, for a straightforward lunch meeting back when Jin was just starting out and they were planning Kamenashi’s first project for him. That time, Kame just didn’t feel like going out, so he had Jin come over instead. Nevertheless, Jin knows Kame’s address by heart.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jin hisses when Kame opens the door, not waiting for an invitation and stepping right into the dim living room.

Kame is dressed in a white polo and jeans, and from the looks of it, he’s just lazing around today, and for some reason, that doubly annoys Jin. Moreover, Kame is looking at him without so much as alarm, and like many times before in their relationship - if it could be called that - Jin feels that he is not being taken seriously.

“What was that on the news?” Jin asks again, facing Kame who has closed the door. Kame shrugs, settling on the couch, but before he could sit, Jin lunges at him and grabs him by the collar. All the while, Kamenashi’s stare is as cold as ice.

“Kamenashi - ” Jin says, disoriented. He really doesn’t know what he wants to say or do, but the lack of concern or reaction from Kame drives him crazy with rage. Still in his grip, Kame grins.

He doesn’t know why, but he finds it a real turn on when Jin is angry. Kame feels no fear, either, even if Jin is bigger than him, because he knows how to play this game, and Jin… Jin is a novice to this. Jin’s grip on his collar doesn’t relax, but Kame doesn’t even ask to be released and just presses his body up against the older man. As expected, Jin’s grip loosens at that, and he becomes distracted as Kame undresses himself then and there.

When Kame gets rid of his shirt, Jin grows impatient and pounces at him, pinning him down on the couch and wasting no time, instantly locking lips with him and fumbling with the rest of his clothing. All the while, Jin humps against his groin, coaxing them both into aching hardness.

“A - ahhh…” Kame lets out when Jin pushes down his pants and palms his cock through his boxers. “Mmm, Jin…” he purrs as Jin rubs thoughtlessly against him, just like an untamed animal whose instincts are easily befuddled. Jin is confused between anger and lust, just like Kame had predicted. Indeed, the interruption of his afternoon tea was worth it.

Soon, Kame is totally naked on the couch under a still completely clothed Jin, and Jin stops and hovers over him, the cheated look still evident in his eyes.

“You’re still mad at me?” Kame inquires sweetly, letting himself relax and cool down. He spreads his arms over the sofa and crosses his legs, his knee softly bumping against Jin’s fully erect but still clothed shaft.

“Tell me it’s not true,” Jin requests, leaning over him and kissing his hair.

“It is true,” Kame answers, throwing his head back to meet Jin’s gaze with a smirk. His answer elicits a new, exciting response from Jin, as the older man clenches a hand around his throat just tight enough to hamper his breathing a bit.

“Why?” Jin demands through gritted teeth, and, despite his difficulty, Kame only manages a happier smile, and somehow that scares Jin and causes him to remove his hand, lowering it to grip at Kame’s bare shoulder instead.

“You know you won’t get answers from me with violence,” Kame says playfully, turning around and kneeling on the couch instead, his legs wide apart and his ass in plain view.

“Fuck you - ” Jin barks, hurriedly undressing himself and, lathering his cock with only his own precum, he slams right into Kame, not the least apologetic over the searing pain he caused. Kame was expecting that, because he knows Jin will want to get back at him for this, but he knows Jin doesn’t want to confront the questions that really matter.

“Fuck - Jin - is that all you’ve got?!” Kame yells into the still air of the living room, and Jin obediently pounds harder into him, their maddening pace only growing faster and faster. “I thought you were supposed to punish me - ” Kame adds, making it a point for Jin to hear the derision in his voice.

“Fuck you - Kamenashi - this is not the only punishment you’re getting - ”

“Are you outraged because your cute little wife cheated on you - ” Kame begins, feeling Jin tremble a bit, and he knows it’s not because the older man is coming. “ - or do you feel betrayed because I cheated on you… with your wife - ?”

Jin’s death grip is back on Kame’s throat as he ruthlessly abuses the smaller man’s hole, and Kame knows that, even for just this moment, Jin has surrendered to uncouth lunacy as he leans in and whispers into Kame’s ear, his voice hoarse and his speech slurred, “Sometimes, Kazuya, you should learn to keep your pretty little fucking mouth shut - ”

And for a few minutes, Kame does, letting Jin do all the dirty talk and all the work as the older man continues to hammer into him, soon hitting that sweet spot inside of him that makes him cry out and plead for more. Jin throws him occasional curses and insults, though soon their hands meet on Kame’s cock and they pump him together. Kame’s knees dig into the couch as the fingers of his free hand tear at the leather, the same way Jin’s is grazing harshly into his hips.

“Harder - harder - oh god - I love you - harder, Jin, please - !” Kame repeatedly whines, begs, his entire body wobbling with Jin’s thrusts.

“You - fucking - whore - ” Jin mutters, punctuating his plunges into Kame as he bites hard on the smaller man’s shoulder.

Kame lets out a weak chuckle as he feels his self-control give in, speaking the truth for Jin as they come together, “Bitch, please - you love this whore - ”

Jin crashes into him a few times more, and soon Kame feels Jin’s cock pulsating inside of him, his warm seed filling Kame up, and the feel of Jin’s semen trickling down his inner thighs tickles him and twists his wits to his own release, his own fluid spraying against the couch’s leather as Jin continues to knead his shaft, draining all of his juices out.

Catching his breath, Kame slumps over the couch, relishing in the feeling of warmth slowly dissipating over his body, his muscles tired but not sore. Jin pulls out of him and collapses beside him on the furniture. Jin’s hair is in his eyes as he looks up to Kame, and Kame knows what the older man is thinking, knows that Jin is uneasy and suddenly hopeful, from the way he momentarily froze when Kame spoke those words.

For a brief moment, Kame wonders, too, if he really means it. It’s not like he hasn’t fallen in love before. But, looking at Jin, he can’t help but feel vicious desire to just screw the man over, and it’s not for revenge, because Jin has never done him wrong.

Does he love Akanishi? Or does he merely love tormenting the man?

Kame speculates as he leans over and kisses Jin softly, tongues amorously caressing bruised lips as if expressing regret for the roughness that had just taken place. Definitely, it’s the torture that keeps Kame coming back for more. Plainly speaking, he’s a sadist, and Jin unknowingly assumed the role of his prey, naïvely became a masochist for Kame’s amusement. Jin loves him, but Kame loves himself above everyone else, and that, perhaps, is just Jin’s bad luck.

We’ll make them turn their heads every place we go

Kame sees Jin take a nervous sip from his water bottle as he finishes addressing one question from a giggly female reporter. The questions so far had been all about the singer’s sudden transfer to a different recording company, and Kame was there along with Jin’s other regular producers to make it clear that, despite signing under a new label, the soloist will still work with just about the same people.

Kame did not fail to notice the surprise on Jin’s face when he arrived at the press conference venue. Jin had expected, and Kame had planned, too, to keep away from the press in light of the recent scandal. Kame did not even offer a proper explanation to Jin when the singer confronted him about it, but Kame was an expert at letting things slide, especially things he preferred to keep in the dark.

“It’s just an approach we’re testing,” Takizawa answers when asked about the reason for this unprecedented transfer. “We’re making room for new artists, and at the same time we’re encouraging Akanishi-san to expand his aptitude by giving him a different but equally creative environment,” he finishes, grinning, as if Kame and the others don’t know how he hates Akanishi’s face. The rest of the producers along the table nod and smile their agreement.

“This next question is for Kamenashi-san,” the giggly reporter from earlier speaks again from among the sea of heads bowed and busy with their notes. “Do you have any statement regarding the recent scandal between you and Akanishi-san’s wife?”

The entire crowd hushes and all heads turn to Kamenashi, cameras flashing more frantically from all angles. This time, Kame does not miss the livid glance Jin shoots in his direction, but no one seems to notice as all eyes are on the young producer. Jin must be incensed right now, because it’s not Kame who’s making him look stupid, though it is the very question directed toward Kame about his own wife that annoys him.

“Let’s not call it a scandal, please?” Kame finally answers, beaming at the reporters’ cameras. “And this press conference is about Akanishi-san’s music career, and it’s unnecessary to draw up attention over something like that. Besides, Akanishi-san might kill me if I say anything,” he ends, laughing, and there is a subtle chorus of chuckles in the room.

I’ll make you happy, baby, just wait and see

Kame is back in the veranda, and he slouches down a bit on the wooden chair, gripping the phone more tightly against his ear. He smiles, enjoying his struggle to focus on the conversation, and he absently runs his hand through Jin’s hair over and over.

“I saw the press con earlier,” Meisa says, her tone noticeably anxious. “I’m really sorry for all this trouble,” she apologizes yet again.

Kame resists crying out as Jin firmly runs his tongue up the base of Kame’s cock, and the smaller man settles for closing his eyes and throwing his head back in a voiceless moan.

“It’s okay, Meisa-san,” Kame answers, clearing his throat. “It’s I, who should ask for pardon. It was never my intention for our dinner to appear as the press construed it to be,” he charmingly adds, fascinated over how the woman is apparently awestruck and so immersed in this whole ordeal - because, frankly, this is her first after getting married and suffering a hush over her career.

But what amuses Kame even more is how Jin just doesn’t care that Kame is talking to his wife right now, and all that he could give attention to is the act of pleasuring Kame. Jin curls his fingers around his boss’ shaft, his wrist twisting along with the movement of his mouth, and Kame finds it even more difficult to concentrate as his penis rapidly goes in and out past Jin’s moist lips and into his warmth.

Meisa laughs quietly before replying in a rather somber voice now, “That’s not necessary, Kamenashi-san… I really enjoyed spending time with you. God knows how I’ve been needing something like that for a while now…” she trails off, and it makes Kame curious, effortlessly pulling him back into the exchange.

“Is… everything alright between you and…?” he vaguely asks, and on purpose, too, and it does the trick, Meisa pouring her heart out to him right away.

“Jin and I are… not really okay right now,” she says bluntly, sighing despite herself. “Somehow I feel he’s being distant. I know he’s busy with work and all, but sometimes even when he’s at home with me, it feels like… he wants to be somewhere else - ”

Kame smirks down at Jin, who remains busy devouring Kame’s manhood, and he is all the more pleased, proud of himself, simply impressed with the turn of events.

“I can’t say anything in his defense, Meisa-san,” he responds. “We’ve all been busy recently, and I can’t say for sure I know everything that’s going on with him,” he hears Meisa sigh again. “I’m sure, though, everything that’s happening right now has a good reason behind it.”

Jin starts to get needy, licking up his stomach and his chest for his attention, and so Kame ends the call, but not before asking her if she has a free day coming up soon, because he would love to listen to her, to be there for her. Kame could not see her, but he knows Meisa is touched and grinning as she replies:

“I’ll check with my manager and get back to you once I know my schedule,” she says, and Kame could hear the hope and anticipation in her voice.

Throwing the phone over the coffee table, Kame turns his full attention to the singer who is now leaning over him, nipping at his shoulder while stroking his weeping member. Jin really does a good job when he’s up to it, and even more so when he’s having conflicting thoughts; he’s annoyed but he just can’t stop indulging Kame.

“Why are you so bothered?” Kame asks, petting Jin’s hair as the latter takes a step back. “I’m helping all of our careers with what I’m doing -”

“Your way of propping us up is just twisted.”

Annoyed, Kame stands and pulls his pants up, proceeding to go back inside the house with a similarly half-naked Jin at his heels. Kame sighs, recognizing how he has to have this talk with Jin now. He walks to the hallway leading to his bedroom.

“Not to mention the many ways that it could backfire -”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jin -” Kame suddenly finds himself infuriated, and he pins the taller man to the wall.

Kame rarely resorts to physical violence when he’s angry, and Jin, stunned but not about to back down, makes the mistake of replying, “I’m just saying - ”

The next thing he knows, he’s on Kame’s bed, manhandled into crouching on all fours as Kame creeps up behind him, kicking his knees apart and kneeling in between his legs. Jin huffs, not so much harassed as interested to see what more Kame wants to do. He glances over his shoulder just in time as he feels the smaller man’s chest against his back, their lips meeting instantly, automatically attracted to each other like magnets. Jin moans as Kame reaches in front of him, feeling his erection, and soon Kame’s hands are done working on his buttons and his lower garments are gradually, sensually slid down his thighs to his knees.

“You know what’s coming, right?” Kame asks, his voice guttural, forbidding, and it was more of how Kame sounded like than what he said that tells Jin that he can’t refuse.

Jin looks down, bracing himself as he feels Kame step back for a moment, and sure enough, when he feels the younger man against him again, it’s Kame’s cock at his entrance that stands out more than their legs touching or Kame’s traitorously gentle caresses on his tense back.

“You fucking bastard!” Jin cries out in pain when Kame penetrates him without any sort of lubrication, and he receives no response as the younger wills himself to calm down, let the sensation sink in, because Jin’s ass definitely feels hot and tight around Kame’s member and he doesn’t want to lose his head right away.

“Tell me how it feels,” Kame breathes into Jin’s ear, and Jin could only tell the truth as his eyes water with the pain.

“It hurts - god it hurts so bad - ” Jin replies gasping, his eyes shut tight and his hands fisting the sheets under him.

“Does it hurt - ” Kame starts, pulling slowly out of Jin, only to slam back all the way in violently. “ - when I do this?”

Jin bites his lip, determined not to entertain Kame with his anguish, but Kame deliberately repeats the action a few times more, and he involuntarily gives out a whimper which he quickly drowns with a deep groan to at least sound masculine. Sadly, Kame doesn’t miss it and chuckles at Jin’s sound, leaning over his back once more to whisper to him:

“Payback for last time, baby - ”

“Unghhh…” is all that Jin could reply, feeling tremors starting in his thigh muscles, and he’s a bit surprised when, even as the smaller man carries on with erratic thrusts, he feels Kame’s hands slide down to the back of his thighs, stroking them slowly as if to loosen Jin’s muscles up amid the abuse his body is currently suffering.

Kame doesn’t relent, repetitively thrusting into Jin as he finally feels his precum and Jin’s own inner fluids lubricate his plunges. The taller man’s body is sweating, too, and Kame loves how he’s struggling not to tremble with every shove Kame makes into him. It’s not the first time that Jin is bottom, but he’s certainly not used to it, and he sure as hell is tight, his lack of experience at being catcher satisfying Kame more than anything. Jin should know, by the way Kame is unkindly pounding into him, that Kame is evidently just enjoying violating him.

Jin is a rather timid and obedient uke, too, and Kame finds that cute, considering how Jin is very vocal and demanding when he’s the one who takes Kame. Right now, Jin keeps on drowning his whimpers with sighs, his groans restrained by much lip-biting, but Kame is aware of the steady change in his reactions, his whines sounding less pained and becoming increasingly needy, wordlessly begging for more.

Next time, Kame would have to find ways to make Jin louder.

“Kame - please - ” Jin implores, and Kame’s quite sure no one’s heard Jin beg, pray to someone that way…

Out of the blue, he imagines tying Jin up and having his way with him. Surely, he’d hear more of Jin’s pleading, and that would only give Kame even more pleasure, because above all, he loves it when Jin’s helpless and vulnerable in his hands, physical or not. With those images in mind, Kame’s motions intensify, and Jin senses it, too, as if sharing Kame’s visions, pushing back and meeting Kame’s thrusts even as his shoulders quiver with premature fatigue. They effectively make each other come, Kame throwing his head back with a wide grin and a loud, satisfied growl, his hair sticking to his face with sweat.

Jin, on the other hand, collapses on the bed face down; his wet, open mouth panting against the cool sheets as his cum continues to soil Kame’s bed. He hears the producer make a small chuckle as he shivers when the last waves of his orgasm wash over him, and then he feels his muscles relax, his entire body starting to cool down, tired but satisfied, and Jin cannot refuse the silly smile that insists to show on his face.

“See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? Letting me handle things my way?” Kame whispers into Jin’s ear, lying down on Jin, his chest on the taller man’s back. He’s not pulling out, too, still enjoying the warmth. “You even came without being touched,” he adds, pointing out the obvious as he caresses Jin’s arm soothingly.

Kame smiles against Jin’s shoulder, dead beat but contented. He can fall asleep like this, and Jin will not complain, because he’s done this countless of times with Kame, too. Kame glances at the half of Jin’s face visible from his point of view, and the singer doesn’t look angry anymore. If anything, he thought Jin looked happy to be used by Kame. With the grin never leaving his lips, Kame closes his eyes and lets himself drift off.

For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three

“No, I’m not at home right now - ”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you bastard! I’m a few blocks away - ”

“Jin, I have guests over. You can’t barge in here and - ”

“I don’t. Give. A damn.”

The line goes dead, but Kame merely sighs as he sets his phone down. When Jin’s that livid, there’s no point arguing with him - he just does as he sees fit, which is rarely ever rational when he’s in that state of mind. He would not care about Kame’s warnings either, hence the blatant overlooking of the producer’s lie about guests. Well, he does have a guest.

“Shall I dress up, Kamenashi-sama?” the woman asks even as she playfully toys with the zipper of Kame’s jeans.

All throughout Kame’s phone conversation, she never stops kissing over the man’s chest and shoulders and caressing his sides. Kame leans back and sprawls in his spot, closing his eyes as if meditating. He smiles as he answers her, though, “No, you stay right here with me.”

“I understand,” she replies, the sweet seduction evident in her voice as she proceeds to straddle Kame’s lap and lick and nip at his neck.

Kame stays immobile for a few moments more, letting himself relax and just enjoy her ministrations. In a bit, he’d have to face Akanishi and explain to him about the new episode to the ‘Kuroki-Kamenashi Scandal,’ as news and gossip programs have now dubbed it.

Last night, Kame managed to take Meisa out for dinner once more, and it was an easier job - really, Meisa was just waiting for Kame to call. This time, though, reporters were quick on their heels, rushing over to the rumored place of ‘the illicit couple’s date.’ Kame and Meisa hurriedly left the place, but not before a handful of photographers and cameramen caught them with their devices, so that this morning, one of those footages was revealed in the entertainment segment of the morning news.

Kame can’t say for sure where he wants this matter with Meisa to lead, but he’s certainly enjoying the public’s reaction. He doesn’t have any genuine interest in the married woman either, but he’s fascinated with her, and even more rapt with Jin, who is probably desperate to break it off, to expose Kame to Meisa, but can’t, because if he does that, then he ruins his own image as a husband and a man.

Kame’s company raises her head from devouring the man’s neck as they hear the sound of an engine turned off outside, the sound of a car door slamming shut following it. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“Continue,” he says, and she obeys, her scarlet lips back to brushing over every part of Kame’s skin she could reach in her position.

She’s the same girl Kame usually has over, and he likes her, not only because of her blonde hair, blue eyes, and effortlessly erotic body, but also because she is relatively very submissive - she can deal with Kame’s quirks and kinks better than others, and so she understands that she’s supposed to go on with pleasuring her ‘Kamenashi-sama’ regardless of the circumstances, no matter who else is present, if Kame says so.

Sure enough, the front door bangs open and in comes Jin, furious and irate and chest heaving, and Kame falls in love with the priceless expression on his face when he sees Kame on the couch being straddled a completely naked woman. Still topless, Kame sits up, and the woman on his lap stops and glances over her shoulder at Jin.

The awkward silence breaks only when the front door shuts on its own with a firm snap and Jin slowly unfreezes as the woman climbs off Kame and kneels in front of the producer, nuzzling his crotch like a needy kitten. It is then that Jin remembers the use of his legs, padding towards them in big strides as he yells, “What the fuck - ?!”

“Watch it, Jin,” Kame says in a quiet, stern voice which, as always, makes Jin stop. “Didn’t I tell you I was busy?”

“Busy with this?!” Jin yells again, gesturing to the woman. He struggles to hide his incredulity because the whore looks so familiar, but he can’t remember when and where he had met her.

“With her,” Kame corrects. “She’s human, Jin, although… she can go wild sometimes,” he adds, ironically patting the woman’s head like she’s his pet. She appreciatively responds by cuddling closer and opening her mouth, teasing Kame’s erection through the fabric with her teeth and tongue.

“Why are you even - what, you fuck her when I’m not around?” Jin continues to question, his voice growing shrill.

“Are you jealous?” Kame laughs, clearly untroubled. “You have a wife, and I’m not permitted to sleep with anyone else but you?”

“Don’t get me started on my wife, you crazy bastard!” Jin explodes, remembering why he had recklessly driven out here so early in the morning to begin with.

“Can you give us a moment?” Kame addresses the woman, straightening up, and she wordlessly complies, grabbing a large white t-shirt from behind the couch and hastily pulling it over her before walking out of the room.

“Get rid of her,” Jin half whispers his demand once the woman is out of earshot.

Kame smiles and shakes his head. Jin is so predictable.

“How about a deal, Jin?” he asks, knowing how the other man can never resist not knowing about anything Kame can offer, anything he can do, to make Jin’s life just a bit less complicated without having to give anything up.

“What kind of stupid deal now?”

“I’ll get rid of her,” Kame begins, slouching back on the couch. “If you divorce Meisa.”

Jin’s head momentarily reels, sincerely just confused with what Kame is now asking of him. “Didn’t you say you don’t care about my fucking marriage - ?” he voices out, only to be impatiently interrupted by his boss, who is obviously just enjoying every moment of this.

“I did say that, but now I’m telling you to divorce her,” he reiterates, waving Jin’s question off.

Kame stands up and exits the living room for a moment, and he returns with the woman who is now dressed in her own clothing, a mini-dress that made little difference anyway. Kame steers her to stand in front of Jin, and the producer puts an arm over her shoulder as he faces the taller man.

“So?” Kame asks, an expectant smirk on his face.

Since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you

Jin walks out of the shower with a towel around his waist and another over his head. Kame, who had taken a shower ahead of him and is now clothed with nothing but a white cotton bathrobe, shoots him an indifferent look from the king-size bed in the middle of the room and resumes reading his book, some psycho-thriller classic Jin saw a film adaptation of when he was, like, eight. Jin ignores the less-than-warm glance and works on drying his hair, walking over to the bed and sitting at the edge.

The divorce trial had barely gathered steam after being filed a few weeks ago, but having made such move, Jin now felt better, less guilty, going out and having fun and, of course, meeting with Kame like this. Now, Jin could keep Kame in the hotel for hours and even overnight, because the ‘you have to go home to your wife’ argument is officially dead.

Jin switches the TV on, hoisting himself up on the bed against the headboard next to Kame. He rarely cares about news but… just so there’s noise in the hotel room while he awkwardly waits for Kame to take notice of his boyfriend again.

‘And now, for the celebrity buzz of the week!’

The middle-aged woman reports with a bit of a giggle, and Jin stares as the footage changes from the studio anchors to a press con for his soon-to-be-ex-wife’s drama.

‘The Sekai no Owari cast held a thanksgiving press conference yesterday to thank fans and the media for their phenomenal ratings. The limelight is stolen by the controversial lead actress Kuroki Meisa, though, who, despite having just filed for divorce from her marriage with soloist Akanishi Jin, finally confirms that she is, in fact, dating the famed actor and producer, Kamenashi Kazuya…’

Jin turns to Kame, dumbstruck and puzzled, and Kame raises his head from the book he’s reading, looking at Jin with arched eyebrows as if to ask, ‘What?’ and then Kame shrugs, chuckling to himself as he pecks Jin’s lips, and in that moment - as their lips touch, Kame catching his in a subtle but firm gesture of passion and possession - Jin knows. The game they are playing is far from over.

You know I will adore you ‘til eternity

~end~

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This time the song is Be My Baby by The Ronettes. I’d love to say I twisted a 1963 love song into psycho shit like a boss, but that’s for you to judge.

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