Time To Kill (Bus Gamer, Toki/Nobuto)
“Alright, Kazuo’s in place,” Toki declared, making his way down the stairs to the building’s lobby. “He’s still yammering about doing something with the telephone lines and the electrical sockets, but at least he’s promised to stay still.”
Nobuto glanced up from where he was leaning against the far wall, a lit cigarette dangling from one long-fingered hand. “Did he now?” he asked, a sly little smirk on his face. “Quite the feat for him. Does he know what he’s getting into?”
Toki shrugged carelessly, mirroring Nobuto’s posture and feeling the chill sting of the cement where his shoulders touched the wall. “He knew we were coming early. It’s his own fault if he gets bored.”
“Amen to that.” Nobuto took a lazy drag on his cigarette. “Nothing to do now but wait.”
“Hnn,” Toki grunted, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a deliberately deep breath, trying to ignore the tightly wound tension wrapped around his nerves. He didn’t have time for this. Not when their opponents were going to be arriving within a half hour and especially not when he knew their lives were riding on this as much as their paychecks.
Of course, that was half the problem. Toki knew he’d do whatever it took to get this money and no, he wasn’t particularly afraid of dying, but the knowledge that there were six lives hanging in the balance seemed to snap everything into sharper focus, almost too real to handle.
The fact that he’d dreamt about Shigi last night didn’t help matters much either.
Rubber scraped on cement as Nobuto shifted but Toki didn’t bother opening his eyes. He could picture the smug, calculating expression on Nobuto’s face just fine without them, and there was always the hope that Nobuto would let it go for once if he didn’t respond.
“You falling asleep on me there Toki?” Nobuto’s voice asked, closer than it should be, and Toki gritted his teeth. He was too on edge to deal with this tonight, and he knew it.
The problem was that Nobuto did too.
“No,” Toki answered shortly, not moving as Nobuto came closer until he could feel the heat radiating off the other man’s chest.
“Ah.” A pause, a quick drag on the cigarette, and the sickly sweet smoke curled around Toki’s face like a caress. “If you’re bored, I’m sure we could think of something to do.”
“Hnn. I’m sure Kazuo would like some help.”
Nobuto’s chuckle rumbled low and intimate between them. “I’m sure he would. Too bad I’ve never been the helpful sort.”
Toki opened his eyes to find Nobuto smirking at him from only a few inches away. “What would you suggest then?” he asked blandly, dropping his arms to his sides.
The breath on his cheeks was hot and spiced with want. “Now what sort of tactician would I be if I gave my plans away to the enemy?” Nobuto murmured, lips ghosting over Toki’s with every word.
Resisting the urge to smile, Toki angled his head up slightly, encouraging and challenging all at once. “I’m the enemy am I?” he asked, not resisting as Nobuto stepped between his legs, pressing into him from thighs to chest. “What about the other Bus Game team?”
A pinpoint of light flared in the corner of his eye as Nobuto’s cigarette went flying and Nobuto’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of Toki’s head. “They’re not here yet,” he pointed out smoothly. “And we’ve got some time to kill.”
Toki thought about pushing him away. Really, he did. But he was too wound up as it was and he had to admit that it felt good to have that lean, hard body molded against him, rubbing in all the right ways.
Nobuto’s tongue drifted only lightly over his lips, leaving a wet, wide trail as it slid up his cheekbone to swirl over the whorl of one ear. Toki stiffened, breathing shallowly as Nobuto bit down on the soft lobe, soothing the hurt with a wet, sucking kiss.
“So whaddaya say Toki?” Nobuto breathed, grin tickling Toki’s ear as he slid one hand teasingly down Toki’s chest. “Think I can conquer you before they get here?”
It was easier than he’d once have thought to reach out and loop his arms around Nobuto’s neck, blunt nails digging purposely into the soft flesh of the other’s back. “No,” he murmured, quiet because Kazuo was still upstairs and having the kid freak out would only stress him out even more. “But I’d be willing to negotiate.”
A smirk. “You do that.”
Nobuto surged forward, pinning him hard against the wall with one knee pressed insistently between his legs. A hand slid up his neck and Toki arched into the contact, hissing at the pull as skilled fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, hard. His neck arched painfully and Nobuto took full advantage, teeth leaving off their torment of his ear to fasten just above his Adam’s Apple, biting down hard enough to bruise.
His breath was already coming out in ragged breaths, hips rising into the steady pressure of Nobuto’s knee against his cock. Nobuto pressed in closer, holding him steady, and Toki wrapped his legs around Nobuto’s waist, rocking against the hardness straining against the seam of Nobuto’s pants. His back was cold, chilled by the hard cement, and he arched up into Nobuto’s warm body eagerly, craving the heat and smooth, easy friction.
“Mmmm,” Nobuto murmured, pleased, the sound rumbling through his chest and making Toki shiver. “Damn but you feel good.” Leaving off the arch of Toki’s neck - which Toki was willing to bet was a deep, angry purple by now - Nobuto tugged him in for a kiss, mouth slanting over Toki’s own in a hard, possessive slide of teeth and lips and tongue. Not about to let Nobuto think he was winning, Toki battled for control of the kiss, tongue tangling with Nobuto’s even as he ground down against the other’s cock.
The hand in his hair withdrew, sliding down to unfasten the button on his jeans, long fingers shivering down the zipper in one quick, rippling motion. Toki choked on a curse as Nobuto shaped him upright out of his boxers, the still air in the lobby cold on the heated flesh. Nobuto smiled against his lips and pulled back slightly, dark eyes glittering with heat behind his tangled bangs. “Hold on tight,” he grinned.
“Wha - aaahhnn.” Toki’s breath hissed out in a sharp exhalation as Nobuto suddenly bent at the waist and mouthed Toki’s cock, hands steady on his hips, keeping him upright. Toki’s fingers dug sharply into Nobuto’s back, holding on for dear life as that talented mouth laved hot, open-mouthed kisses on the straining flesh. Nobuto angled his hips up and under his and Toki could feel the man’s rock hard cock against his ass, rubbing teasingly in the valley between his buttocks.
Dropping his head at the overload of sensations, Toki tensed instinctively when he realized that Nobuto was watching him, insufferably smug as he tongued his slit with deliberate, teasing licks.
“Fuck, Nobuto…” Toki felt dizzy, Nobuto’s face swirling in front of his eyes as he struggled for control. “Don’t be such a -- damn tease.”
Nobuto grinned around his cockhead. “No?” he asked, completely innocent, and that was all the warning Toki got before Nobuto swallowed him whole, throat constricting around his cock as he took him to the root.
Toki keened and thrust instinctively into that delicious heat. Nobuto didn’t seem to mind, relaxing his throat and letting Toki fuck his mouth, hands clenching rhythmically on Toki’s waist while his own hips continued to thrust.
In far less time than he might have liked, Toki could feel his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath stuttering in his throat as he neared the peak. Then Nobuto swirled his tongue just so around the head of his cock and Toki lost it all at once, fabric tearing under his fingers as he emptied himself into the hot cavern of Nobuto’s mouth.
Nobuto’s tongue licked come off him greedily, prolonging the aftershocks until Toki thought he was going to melt right through the wall. Once his cock was clean and satiated between his thighs, Nobuto let him slip free and straightened for another kiss - as hot and demanding as the first. Nobuto’s hands tightened on his waist and pulled him down roughly, driving his cock rapidly against Toki’s cheeks. Toki groaned into Nobuto’s mouth, tasting his own essence on Nobuto’s tongue as Nobuto surged against him, enjoying his spoils of war.
Then Nobuto’s hips jerked spasmodically, damp heat spreading against the back of Toki’s jeans. He dropped his head to Toki’s shoulder, chest heaving and his forehead dewed with sweat. Toki shuddered and hung on.
They both stayed like that for a long moment, appreciating the comfortable, almost companionable silence. Then Nobuto stirred and offered Toki a short, satisfied little smile.
“I’d say those negotiations went quite well, wouldn’t you?”
Toki was sure he had something to say to that, but a loud crash from the floor above saved him from having to figure out what. Several more conspicuous banging noises echoed down the stairs and he couldn’t help an exasperated sigh.
Nobuto grinned at his expression then tilted his head inquiringly, pitching his voice to carry to the second floor. “You breaking shit up there Kaz?” he called, calm and gently teasing even as he lowered Toki to the floor and set about cleaning them both up.
“It’s cool!” Kazuo hollered back. “Nothing to worry about!”
“Why do I doubt that?” Nobuto muttered, grinning askance at Toki.
Toki felt his own lips quirk. “Because you know him?” He unwrapped his arms from around Nobuto’s neck, absently smoothing the tears his grasping fingers had put in the man’s shirt. “Don’t make too much of a mess Kazuo,” he warned, wincing slightly at the sensation of come drying on his jeans. He did not envy Nobuto right now. “The other team will be here any time so you’d better be ready to protect that disk.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Even distorted by the distance as it was, Kazuo’s voice still sounded distinctly disgruntled. “Baby-sit the disk, I got it. It’s all I ever do in Home Games. I should start teaching a fucking course.”
“Kazuo…” Toki sighed, but he could almost hear Kazuo waving a desultory hand at him in response.
“Don’t worry Toki, I can handle it.” There was a brief silence and, when Kazuo spoke again, it was in a decidedly sheepish tone. “Um, but if someone could gimme a hand getting this light fixture back into the ceiling I’d really appreciate it.”
“I’ll go,” Nobuto offered, before Toki had the chance to roll his eyes. “You cool here?”
“Yeah,” Toki nodded, hearing the undercurrents in the question as clearly as if they’d been spoken aloud. “Thanks.”
Nobuto eyed him slyly. “My pleasure.” He started up the stairs with his usual negligent grace, his voice drifting down even as he disappeared into the darkness. “Best surrender I’ve received in a long time.”
And, all things considered, Toki couldn’t really find it in himself to complain about that.
NOTE THE SECOND: Dammit, nearly all on time. Um, sorry I'm a little late - hope that's okay? *sheepish*
Nobuto glanced up from where he was leaning against the far wall, a lit cigarette dangling from one long-fingered hand. “Did he now?” he asked, a sly little smirk on his face. “Quite the feat for him. Does he know what he’s getting into?”
Toki shrugged carelessly, mirroring Nobuto’s posture and feeling the chill sting of the cement where his shoulders touched the wall. “He knew we were coming early. It’s his own fault if he gets bored.”
“Amen to that.” Nobuto took a lazy drag on his cigarette. “Nothing to do now but wait.”
“Hnn,” Toki grunted, crossing his arms over his chest and taking a deliberately deep breath, trying to ignore the tightly wound tension wrapped around his nerves. He didn’t have time for this. Not when their opponents were going to be arriving within a half hour and especially not when he knew their lives were riding on this as much as their paychecks.
Of course, that was half the problem. Toki knew he’d do whatever it took to get this money and no, he wasn’t particularly afraid of dying, but the knowledge that there were six lives hanging in the balance seemed to snap everything into sharper focus, almost too real to handle.
The fact that he’d dreamt about Shigi last night didn’t help matters much either.
Rubber scraped on cement as Nobuto shifted but Toki didn’t bother opening his eyes. He could picture the smug, calculating expression on Nobuto’s face just fine without them, and there was always the hope that Nobuto would let it go for once if he didn’t respond.
“You falling asleep on me there Toki?” Nobuto’s voice asked, closer than it should be, and Toki gritted his teeth. He was too on edge to deal with this tonight, and he knew it.
The problem was that Nobuto did too.
“No,” Toki answered shortly, not moving as Nobuto came closer until he could feel the heat radiating off the other man’s chest.
“Ah.” A pause, a quick drag on the cigarette, and the sickly sweet smoke curled around Toki’s face like a caress. “If you’re bored, I’m sure we could think of something to do.”
“Hnn. I’m sure Kazuo would like some help.”
Nobuto’s chuckle rumbled low and intimate between them. “I’m sure he would. Too bad I’ve never been the helpful sort.”
Toki opened his eyes to find Nobuto smirking at him from only a few inches away. “What would you suggest then?” he asked blandly, dropping his arms to his sides.
The breath on his cheeks was hot and spiced with want. “Now what sort of tactician would I be if I gave my plans away to the enemy?” Nobuto murmured, lips ghosting over Toki’s with every word.
Resisting the urge to smile, Toki angled his head up slightly, encouraging and challenging all at once. “I’m the enemy am I?” he asked, not resisting as Nobuto stepped between his legs, pressing into him from thighs to chest. “What about the other Bus Game team?”
A pinpoint of light flared in the corner of his eye as Nobuto’s cigarette went flying and Nobuto’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of Toki’s head. “They’re not here yet,” he pointed out smoothly. “And we’ve got some time to kill.”
Toki thought about pushing him away. Really, he did. But he was too wound up as it was and he had to admit that it felt good to have that lean, hard body molded against him, rubbing in all the right ways.
Nobuto’s tongue drifted only lightly over his lips, leaving a wet, wide trail as it slid up his cheekbone to swirl over the whorl of one ear. Toki stiffened, breathing shallowly as Nobuto bit down on the soft lobe, soothing the hurt with a wet, sucking kiss.
“So whaddaya say Toki?” Nobuto breathed, grin tickling Toki’s ear as he slid one hand teasingly down Toki’s chest. “Think I can conquer you before they get here?”
It was easier than he’d once have thought to reach out and loop his arms around Nobuto’s neck, blunt nails digging purposely into the soft flesh of the other’s back. “No,” he murmured, quiet because Kazuo was still upstairs and having the kid freak out would only stress him out even more. “But I’d be willing to negotiate.”
A smirk. “You do that.”
Nobuto surged forward, pinning him hard against the wall with one knee pressed insistently between his legs. A hand slid up his neck and Toki arched into the contact, hissing at the pull as skilled fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, hard. His neck arched painfully and Nobuto took full advantage, teeth leaving off their torment of his ear to fasten just above his Adam’s Apple, biting down hard enough to bruise.
His breath was already coming out in ragged breaths, hips rising into the steady pressure of Nobuto’s knee against his cock. Nobuto pressed in closer, holding him steady, and Toki wrapped his legs around Nobuto’s waist, rocking against the hardness straining against the seam of Nobuto’s pants. His back was cold, chilled by the hard cement, and he arched up into Nobuto’s warm body eagerly, craving the heat and smooth, easy friction.
“Mmmm,” Nobuto murmured, pleased, the sound rumbling through his chest and making Toki shiver. “Damn but you feel good.” Leaving off the arch of Toki’s neck - which Toki was willing to bet was a deep, angry purple by now - Nobuto tugged him in for a kiss, mouth slanting over Toki’s own in a hard, possessive slide of teeth and lips and tongue. Not about to let Nobuto think he was winning, Toki battled for control of the kiss, tongue tangling with Nobuto’s even as he ground down against the other’s cock.
The hand in his hair withdrew, sliding down to unfasten the button on his jeans, long fingers shivering down the zipper in one quick, rippling motion. Toki choked on a curse as Nobuto shaped him upright out of his boxers, the still air in the lobby cold on the heated flesh. Nobuto smiled against his lips and pulled back slightly, dark eyes glittering with heat behind his tangled bangs. “Hold on tight,” he grinned.
“Wha - aaahhnn.” Toki’s breath hissed out in a sharp exhalation as Nobuto suddenly bent at the waist and mouthed Toki’s cock, hands steady on his hips, keeping him upright. Toki’s fingers dug sharply into Nobuto’s back, holding on for dear life as that talented mouth laved hot, open-mouthed kisses on the straining flesh. Nobuto angled his hips up and under his and Toki could feel the man’s rock hard cock against his ass, rubbing teasingly in the valley between his buttocks.
Dropping his head at the overload of sensations, Toki tensed instinctively when he realized that Nobuto was watching him, insufferably smug as he tongued his slit with deliberate, teasing licks.
“Fuck, Nobuto…” Toki felt dizzy, Nobuto’s face swirling in front of his eyes as he struggled for control. “Don’t be such a -- damn tease.”
Nobuto grinned around his cockhead. “No?” he asked, completely innocent, and that was all the warning Toki got before Nobuto swallowed him whole, throat constricting around his cock as he took him to the root.
Toki keened and thrust instinctively into that delicious heat. Nobuto didn’t seem to mind, relaxing his throat and letting Toki fuck his mouth, hands clenching rhythmically on Toki’s waist while his own hips continued to thrust.
In far less time than he might have liked, Toki could feel his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath stuttering in his throat as he neared the peak. Then Nobuto swirled his tongue just so around the head of his cock and Toki lost it all at once, fabric tearing under his fingers as he emptied himself into the hot cavern of Nobuto’s mouth.
Nobuto’s tongue licked come off him greedily, prolonging the aftershocks until Toki thought he was going to melt right through the wall. Once his cock was clean and satiated between his thighs, Nobuto let him slip free and straightened for another kiss - as hot and demanding as the first. Nobuto’s hands tightened on his waist and pulled him down roughly, driving his cock rapidly against Toki’s cheeks. Toki groaned into Nobuto’s mouth, tasting his own essence on Nobuto’s tongue as Nobuto surged against him, enjoying his spoils of war.
Then Nobuto’s hips jerked spasmodically, damp heat spreading against the back of Toki’s jeans. He dropped his head to Toki’s shoulder, chest heaving and his forehead dewed with sweat. Toki shuddered and hung on.
They both stayed like that for a long moment, appreciating the comfortable, almost companionable silence. Then Nobuto stirred and offered Toki a short, satisfied little smile.
“I’d say those negotiations went quite well, wouldn’t you?”
Toki was sure he had something to say to that, but a loud crash from the floor above saved him from having to figure out what. Several more conspicuous banging noises echoed down the stairs and he couldn’t help an exasperated sigh.
Nobuto grinned at his expression then tilted his head inquiringly, pitching his voice to carry to the second floor. “You breaking shit up there Kaz?” he called, calm and gently teasing even as he lowered Toki to the floor and set about cleaning them both up.
“It’s cool!” Kazuo hollered back. “Nothing to worry about!”
“Why do I doubt that?” Nobuto muttered, grinning askance at Toki.
Toki felt his own lips quirk. “Because you know him?” He unwrapped his arms from around Nobuto’s neck, absently smoothing the tears his grasping fingers had put in the man’s shirt. “Don’t make too much of a mess Kazuo,” he warned, wincing slightly at the sensation of come drying on his jeans. He did not envy Nobuto right now. “The other team will be here any time so you’d better be ready to protect that disk.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Even distorted by the distance as it was, Kazuo’s voice still sounded distinctly disgruntled. “Baby-sit the disk, I got it. It’s all I ever do in Home Games. I should start teaching a fucking course.”
“Kazuo…” Toki sighed, but he could almost hear Kazuo waving a desultory hand at him in response.
“Don’t worry Toki, I can handle it.” There was a brief silence and, when Kazuo spoke again, it was in a decidedly sheepish tone. “Um, but if someone could gimme a hand getting this light fixture back into the ceiling I’d really appreciate it.”
“I’ll go,” Nobuto offered, before Toki had the chance to roll his eyes. “You cool here?”
“Yeah,” Toki nodded, hearing the undercurrents in the question as clearly as if they’d been spoken aloud. “Thanks.”
Nobuto eyed him slyly. “My pleasure.” He started up the stairs with his usual negligent grace, his voice drifting down even as he disappeared into the darkness. “Best surrender I’ve received in a long time.”
And, all things considered, Toki couldn’t really find it in himself to complain about that.
NOTE THE SECOND: Dammit, nearly all on time. Um, sorry I'm a little late - hope that's okay? *sheepish*