Fanfic: Scent

[yume16]

Title: Scent
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): KitaFuji, mentioned MiyaTama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Warnings: maybe language, but it is not that bad
Summary: Fujigaya needs to be surrounded by a certain scent.
Author Notes: This fic is so overdue. It is based on the aroma spray Kitayama got Fujigaya for christmas (See, it is overdue. That's also the reason why Fujigaya is still 27 in this fic...).


Scent

Fujigaya eyed the room he was about to share with Yokoo while staying in Osaka carefully. Concerts always meant changing a lot of locations and this was their first hotel of many.
“And, does it suffice?” Yokoo teased him and Fujigaya only rolled his eyes.
“I was just looking.” He defended himself and carried his bag to one of the twin beds. What was so wrong about it? He would be sleeping in this room for about a week. He should know what it looked like.
“You have the wrong job.” Yokoo teased.
“I don’t!” Fujigaya would have growled at anyone else but Wataru. Now, he only pouted.
“You would do better with a job where you could sleep each night in your own room.”
“I am sexy on stage and you know it.” Fujigaya said airily and started to put some of his belongings into the drawer next to his temporary bed. The charging cable for his cell phone, his keys, tissues, a small water bottle, headache pills, dental floss, his personal organizer and then he halted.
“It’s not there.” He didn’t panic. He didn’t panic, because he was already 27 years old. He was a professional.
“What’s not there?” Yokoo asked while sorting his clothes by colour into the cupboard. Fujigaya always thought each to his own. He wasn’t one who could criticise anyone’s quirks. It was probably one of the reasons why they got along so nicely.
“Something.” Fujigaya mumbled and closed the drawer decidedly. It wasn’t that bad. He could figure things out.
“Is it really just something? It’s still early. Maybe, someone could buy it for you.”
Fujigaya immediately shook his head. It would only work if it was exactly the same. He would feel terribly ridiculous if he made a big deal out of it. Moreover, he would like to keep a secret that he was using it that regularly. It wouldn’t work out in his favour if any of his band mates found out.
“You are acting suspiciously.” Yokoo told him seriously and Fujigaya rolled his eyes to show the other it was nothing.

They proceeded ahead for practice. There were only a few more days and they still had to get used to the stage, adjust their dance moves and do sound checks.
Fujigaya loved the time before concerts. The anticipation of the awaiting concerts strummed in his body made him feel light-headed with joy while at the same time, heavy with responsibility. The excitement to do a perfect concert and the fear of mishaps. Their perfect synchronized dancing and the clashing of their strong individualities. It were those contradictions he lived for. They made him feel alive. He needed the tension.
Just today, he couldn’t quite get into the mood. It was ridiculous how much such a small thing weighted him down.
Other people had it, too. It wasn’t unusual to have trouble to sleep at a new place the first night. Sometimes he envied girls. They were a lot longer allowed to carry around plush toys or favourite pillows than boys. It was even considered cute. Why couldn’t he be cute, too?
He had discovered a very good substitute and now he had forgotten it at home. How stupid a human being with a functional brain could be.
Practice passed and he was annoyed by himself because of his distraction.
Before he could even go to shower, he was pulled back by his shoulder.
“You will tell me now what you forgot and we will do what we can to get it.” Yokoo said and stared him down.
“It is nothing.” Fujigaya said again and felt annoyed by himself. It had to be apparent that he wasn’t giving his all.
“You mean like thousands of ants crawling over you would be nothing?”
“Watta, that’s gross.” And disturbing.
“You look like there are ants crawling up your ass.”
So Yokoo was on to him, well fuck.
“I forgot something at home that helps me sleep at strange places.” He admitted.
“Oh dear.” Yokoo knew him very well.
“I’ll have to do without it.”
“And we can’t get it anymore? I heard there is a convenience store close by.”
“No.” Fujigaya really didn’t want to elaborate.
“Spill it already. Tomorrow will be difficult if you don’t sleep during the night.”
Fujigaya ground his teeth. Yokoo wouldn’t let him have a peace of mind till he told him.
“It’s the aroma spray Kitayama gave me for Christmas. The one to put on your pillow.”
There he had admitted the terrible, embarrassing truth. Yokoo stared at him mutely.
“Say something.” Was it fair to hate Kitayama for making him dependant on something he had given him? Because at the moment, he felt terribly embarrassed and it was Kitayama’s sole fault.
“Yeah well, I didn’t expect that you would actually use it.”
“It smells kind of good and the scent is familiar now and helps me to relax.” He admitted in a small voice.
Now, Yokoo burst out laughing and Fujigaya glared at him. A good friend he had there.
“Your life is hard.” Yokoo said between puffs of laughter.
“Thank you for noticing.”
“Me laughing doesn’t solve your problem, does it?
“I am glad you are aware of that.”
“Oh come on, Taipi, don’t look so grim.”
Fujigaya sighed. Telling Yokoo had not helped him at all. His friend tried to look compassionate, but the bursts of giggles kind of ruined the effort.

Night came and Fujigaya resigned himself to a sleepless night. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and then shuffled over to his bed. Yokoo had already made himself comfortable with a book and a pillow propped against the headboard.
“Good night, Taisuke.”
“Night.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t be that negative about it already. Maybe you will sleep really deeply tonight.”
“Hm.”
When Fujigaya lay down, he immediately noticed that his pillow smelled differently. Life was indeed hard.

Yokoo stopped being positive two hours later.
“Stop tossing.” His best friend groaned sleepily. “You are driving me crazy.”
“I am not tossing.” Fujigaya said subdued. It just was really difficult to get comfortable. The blanket was too warm, but without it he got cold. If he stuck one leg out and turned around, he got tangled in the damn blanket and he had to free himself. Moreover, the pillow was too bouncy and he couldn’t properly press his cheek into it. And because the pillow was too thick, he couldn’t lie on his stomach or it felt like his neck was going to break. When he was lying on his back, he felt too flat or just generally uncomfortable.
From all the moving, he had gotten thirsty and he moved to get the water bottle from his bedside table.
“I’ll find another bed.” Yokoo groaned and stumbled out from under his covers. The older one snatched his pillow and blanket and shuffled towards the door.
“Watta, I am sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Saddened, Fujigaya drank his water and lay back down. Great, so now he was an absolutely impossible roommate. Would Yokoo ever room with him again? He hoped so. Now, he could toss as much as he needed to find a comfortable position. There had to be one after all.
Twenty minutes later, he was still searching as the door to their room opened again and Fujigaya figured Yokoo hadn’t found another bed.
“Didn’t find a bed, Watta?”
“Oh, he found a bed for sure. If it was his to take, is another question.”
“Kitayama?” Fujigaya tried to squint. He couldn’t see much without lights on, but the person in the room was certainly on the short side. So, it was safe to say it was Kitayama.
“The one and only.”
Fujigaya snorted.
“Why are you still up?” Considering that Kitayama could sleep anywhere and at anytime, it was a reasonable question.
“I only needed to go to the toilet for two minutes and suddenly my bed was occupied.”
“And you just accepted that?”
“I am feeling especially sadistic tonight. That’s why I let Wataru have the bed.”
Fujigaya frowned. Was his brain asleep after all or did that not make much sense.
“I don’t get it.” He admitted much to his chagrin.
“I can sleep through Miyatama having a quickie in the morning, but I doubt that Wataru can. Wait, where is the blanket?”
The other must have found the bed.
“Watta took it with him.”
Kitayama muttered an expletive.
“Tama and Miyata have sex?” That titbit of information was news to him.
“Like the bunnies.”
Suddenly, Fujigaya felt a warm breath on his face and he squeaked.
“Ah, there you are.”
“What are you doing?”
“Do you think I will sleep in a cold and empty bed?”
“This bed is completely occupied!” Fujigaya held onto the blanket tightly as Kitayama climbed into the bed next to him.
“It’s not like you will sleep any tonight after what Wataru has told me. I’ll sleep through your fits, don’t worry.”
“I am not worrying about you.”
“Where is the problem then?” Kitayama said and with a strong yank, freed the blanket.
“Hey!”
“It’s cold.” Kitayama said flatly and yawned and stretched out.
“That’s so not what I wanted.” Fujigaya groaned and kicked at the other. Kitayama giggled and simply rolled on top of him.
“No kicking in soft places.” Kitayama mumbled and pushed his hair out of the way.
“No, wait. You can’t! I am not a mattress!” Fujigaya pushed at the deadweight pressing him down, but a soft snore told him, it was a lost case. No one could wake Kitayama up in the middle of the night except his bladder.
“No way!”

Kitayama was heavy. Now, Fujigaya could give up sleep for sure. Life wasn’t fair to him.
He yawned and tried to move Kitayama. After a lot of coaxing and some failed attempts, it almost felt comfortable.
Well, he couldn’t complain about being cold anymore. That was for sure. And Kitayama didn’t smell like the pillow either.

There was a very weird noise very close to his ear. It was distinctivly familiar, but his brain couldn’t manage to connect the dots.
He was so tired and he felt like he could just roll over and sleep some more. There was probably a good reason why he had to be up soon, but he decided he didn’t care and rolled over.
There was a low “ompf” as he did so.
“Shut up.” He told his pillow and yawned.
“You are a sunshine even in the morning.”
Why did his pillow sound like Kitayama? Did he have a weird obsession he should know about? No wait, if he had an obsession with Kitayama, he would prefer not to know. There were things that better stayed somewhere in the depths of his subconsciousness.
“My pillow talks.” He whined in the hope that Yokoo would wake him up and tell him he had a weird dream again.
Now this pillow didn’t only talk but laughed as well and started to shake under him. That wasn’t very funny.
Frustrated, he opened his eyes to give his pillow a piece of his mind, only to stare dumbstruck at Kitayama. Like the real one. Not only a pillow with the other’s face glued to it. That would be too easy.
“This makes it almost worth to have been woken up by indecent activities at 6 am.”
Fujigaya turned his head to see Yokoo lying on his bed propped up on one elbow with his hand supporting his head and looking at them.
“Miyacchi and Tama don’t know decent in the morning.” Kitayama said and laughed again.
“I should have known there was a catch when you let me have your bed that easily.”
All this spurred, Fujigaya’s brain into action. Kitayama had slipped into bed with him last night! The weird noises were the other’s laughing.
“You should know better than to choose my bed.”
“I have learned my lesson, believe me.” Yokoo said and yawned. “Thanks to that, Taisuke must have gotten more sleep than I.”
Right, he had slept.
“If nothing else helps, pin him down.” For that Fujigaya hit the other’s chest. “And bear the beating in the morning.” Kitayama continued and Yokoo laughed.
“Maybe it won’t work when I do it. You see, Hiro, Taisuke needs to be surrounded by a certain kind of scent and if it doesn’t fit, he won’t sleep. It seems you smell just right.”
“Watta!” Fujigaya pulled the pillow out from under Kitayama’s head and threw it with all his might at Yokoo. Kitayama muttered about making his teeth jar.
“Don’t be like that. I am just being considerate.” Yokoo defended himself.
“Yeah sure.” Fujigaya said sarcastically.
“Of course, I am letting Hiro know subtly that he is very much welcomed in your bed for the rest of the tour so you get your six hours of sleep, because we both know you are too shy to ask.”
Fujigaya stared at his friend baffled. He wasn’t sure which feeling dominated. Surprise? Utter disbelieve? Shock? Or indignation?
“You are being indeed very subtle.” Kitayama agreed and grinned.
“I knew you would understand.” Yokoo winked.
“I am not shy! And he is not welcomed. You just want your peace. Don’t auction me off!”
“Don’t worry, I am not into prostitution. I don’t want to get paid for sleeping with you.” Kitayama soothed.
This only made Fujigaya more furious. Since Kitayama was so close, he pounced on him and attacked. Kitayama let out a high, surprised squeal as Fujigaya pounded his chest.
“Guys, I just fled that!” Yokoo wailed.
Fujigaya stopped.
“Serves you right.” Fujigaya said and looked at his friend challengingly.
“Well, it’s not like you would make out with Kitamitsu just to spite me.”
Fujigaya leant down to do exactly that, but Kitayama’s eyes were huge as he looked up at him surprised and as he looked into those eyes, he just couldn’t. He couldn’t kiss Kitayama out of spite. It would be absolutely wrong. And for the first time in ages, he wondered what they were to each other, but whatever it was, he couldn’t play with it.
“I think that’s almost worse.” Yokoo whispered and Fujigaya felt his cheeks grow hot.
“I don’t kiss people with morning breath.” With that, he rolled off Kitayama and out of bed and walked with a sway to his hips into the bathroom. They could make of that whatever they wanted.
Safe.
Confused and more than a little jittery, he flopped onto the edge of the bathtub.
He knew exactly why he kept a great distance to Kitayama. The other was confusing as hell.

Fujigaya stayed as long in the bathroom as he could and when he got out and Yokoo had dashed past him while cursing colourfully, Kitayama was gone.
The rest of the day he threaded carefully as to not run into Kitayama or at least to keep a certain distance. That behaviour was not that out of the ordinary for him and none of the other members seemed to notice anything unusual except for Yokoo, of course.
It was a long day, because Kitayama was everywhere and Fujigaya was more than happy to take a long and hot shower after he was finally done for the day.
When he re-entered their room he almost got a heart attack.
“You!”
Kitayama turned his head lazily to look at him while lying on his bed comfortably.
“Me?”
“What are you doing here?” He had worked so hard to avoid Kitayama.
“I am taking pity on Yokoo-chan.”
“This is my bed and not Wataru’s.”
“Of course it is.” Kitayama said and yawned. “Come here, you must be exhausted avoiding someone you can’t avoid.”
“Great.” Fujigaya said sarcastically. Well, he could always be a worse bed mate than even Kitayama could bear.
So, he walked over to his bed and let his entire weight drop directly on Kitayama.
The air left the other’s lungs with a whoosh and Fujigaya felt quite good about himself. To his utter disbelieve, Kitayama simply slung his arms and one leg around him and closed his eyes.
“I am too old for this shit.”
Kitayama giggled at his comment.
“But our cat and mouse game is fun and for now I caught you.”
“What? I am the mouse?”
“As far as I am concerned.”
“I am not stupid enough to ask for your opinion.” Fujigaya said and had to suppress a yawn. There was something about Kitayama’s scent he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Sleep Taisuke, sleep.” Kitayama whispered and moved one arm so he could caress his cheek. Fujigaya wanted to shake the hand off, but he felt really tired. Avoiding Kitayama was tough work.
Defeated, he curled up on Kitayama and decided that getting a night full of sleep wasn’t all bad.

When Kitayama slept in his bed for the rest of the whole tour, Fujigaya figured he should start to worry.
When he was unable to sleep at home even though he arranged everything perfectly after the tour, he was positively panicking.
“I am so screwed.” Fujigaya mumbled to himself as he lay on his back looking at the ceiling after two weeks of restless nights.
Yokoo was at fault. There was no denying that. If his best friend hadn’t left and occupied Kitayama’s bed, none of this would have ever happened.
He looked at his clock and it showed him it was 4 o’clock and he hadn’t slept a minute yet.
Cursing, he got up and dressed.
It had been an impromptu decision to drive over to Kitayama’s, but when he got there and even found the right name tag, he wondered what the hell he was doing. It was almost five now and he was so tired, he just wanted to sleep, but anyone having worked longer than a few weeks with Kitayama, knew to never wake him up. Fujigaya didn’t want to imagine how much madder Kitayama would be if he was woken up in the middle of the night instead of in the afternoon.
An early jogger at least gave him the chance to slip inside the building, but when he stood in front of Kitayama’s door, he felt even sillier.
What was he doing here? He must have lost is mind.
Fujigaya slipped down the wall next to Kitayama’s door and decided to think this through. Maybe he would have to go to the doctor because of his sleep disorder. It would take up time he didn’t have, but something certainly had to change.
He felt defeated.
When there was a hand suddenly on his shoulder, he almost jumped out of his skin.
“So, it really was you.” Kitayama peered down at him and Fujigaya decided he was not ready for this. Whatever this was.
Kitayama seemed to wait for him to say something but when he didn’t, the other just sighed and pulled him to his feet and inside his flat.
“Why are you already up?”
“My neighbour called to tell me I had a suspicious person in front of my front door.”
“Sorry.”
“Care to tell me what you are doing here?”
Fujigaya was way too tired to discuss this, but he knew he owned Kitayama an explanation. The other had been woken up because of him and hadn’t even threatened him with tearing his head off for the effort.
But he was really tired.
“Can I sleep first?”
Kitayama looked at him puzzled.
“I don’t get you.” The other said and it seemed to truly irk him. Fujigaya was too tired to analyse their dynamics and decided that if they didn’t want to spend the rest of dawn standing opposite each other, drastic measures had to be taken.
Without preliminaries, he latched his arms around Kitayama’s neck and slumped onto the other.
“Whoa!” Kitayama grabbed him hurriedly. Fujigaya considered his point made clear and closed his eyes.
He was getting moved and when he dropped onto Kitayama’s bed, he ensured to pull the other along. Fujigaya wasn’t sure the other’s pillow would suffice and he wasn’t about to take chances when he already got that far.
Kitayama was heavy, but Fujigaya made sure to sling his arms and legs around him.
“Do things like interchanged déjà-vu exist?” The older one mumbled, but Fujigaya was too close to sleep to answer.

When Fujigaya awoke, he still felt a little bleary, but better than he had in days. He didn’t need to be a genius to figure out why, which didn’t mean that it didn’t disturb him. He peeped out from under the lids of his eyes and noticed that Kitayama’s face was quite close to his own. Too close.
He considered his options while he could. There was of course the possibility to let Kitayama be none the wiser and just tell him he had drunk all night long and had just been awfully tired.
Fujigaya discarded that idea quickly. While he might have acted nonsensical, the lack of alcoholic fumes would clue Kitayama in.
Eventually, Fujigaya needed to move, since his throat felt really dry. It wasn’t that easy to get Kitayama off him, but he managed and he slipped into the other’s kitchen for a glass of water. For a few seconds, he considered the cowardice act of just leaving stealthily, but he knew that this morning would have been the last one he got to sleep that peacefully if he did that.
So, he did what he deemed right and returned to Kitayama’s bed. The other was awake by now and sat leaning against the headboard of the bed as if he was simply waiting for what Fujigaya would do. Fujigaya sat gingerly next to Kitayama. It would be better to do this quick.
“I can’t sleep without you there.”
It was embarrassing to say the least.
“You haven’t slept properly since the tour?” Kitayama looked absolutely horrified.
Fujigaya shook his head. He hadn’t.
“So, when will you move in then?”
“What the heck are you talking about?”
“Well, if you only want to sleep over on your days off, it might lead to a burnout on your side.”
Fujigaya wasn’t surprised for the first time by Kitayama’s logic. It was always so much simpler than his own.
“But I can’t just move in with you.”
“Why?”
“Well, because.”
Kitayama lifted an eyebrow at that.
“You could have a girlfriend and how do you explain to her that you need to put your co-worker to sleep?”
Thoughtfully, Kitayama massaged his chin.
“It seems like you will have to substitute.”
Fujigaya looked at the other from the corner of his eyes.
“I am serious.” Kitayama answered his unspoken question.
“Under one condition.” Fujigaya would not analyse for a very long time why he was so ready to jump at the option to become Kitayama’s substitute for a girlfriend. The other looked at him bemused.
“It shouldn’t surprise me that you make conditions even when you need my cooperation. Alright, spill it.”
“If what we are having implies monogamy, I want sex once a month. More is always welcomed, but I guess we have our busy jobs to consider.”
“It’s okay to call it a relationship.” Kitayama sent him a sly look and Fujigaya glared.
“Yes or no.”
“No need to get ill-tempered over one tiny word.” The other said. “But I will be accommodating.” Kitayama added formally.
“Good.”
“Who tops?”
“If you behave well, I’ll let you bottom once in a while.”
Kitayama looked at him suspiciously.
“Those poor souls that underestimate the pleasure of prostate stimulation.” Fujigaya said and sighed dramatically. He felt quite good now about his situation.
“If you say so.”
“Well, we have a lot of time to discuss prostate glands later, when should I move?”
“I am getting the feeling I signed up for something like a sleepover.” Kitayama said with humour.
“I am not sure women share their opinions on prostate glands very often on their sleepovers. They probably talk about g-spots though. If you ask me, it is a little trickier to find the g-spot than the prostate.”
“I believe I am quite good at finding both.” Kitayama said with no small smugness.
“You’ll get to prove that to me.”
“Don’t you think making me search for your g-spot is a little mean?”
 Fujigaya laughed.
“What? You aren’t up for a challenge?”
Kitayama didn’t answer immediately. The corner of his mouth had lifted in a small smile.
“You should move soon. You are beautiful when you laugh.”
Fujigaya wasn’t good with direct compliments like that and moved his hand through his hair embarrassed and rubbed his nose.
“My brother has a big car. I’ll ask him when he is free. It is not like I can bring much.” He muttered and got off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Either your kitchen offers breakfast or we are going out to eat.”
“I know the perfect place.” Kitayama yawned and scrambled after Fujigaya. They were already out of the door when Fujigaya held his hand out to stop them.
“Wait, we didn’t shower.”
Kitayama giggled.
“We will be a fun couple.”
“Don’t use the word couple.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The older one said and dragged him un-showered towards his favourite café.
“If you just didn’t smell so good.”
At that Kitayama outright laughed.
“Even when I haven’t showered?”
“I am not going to comment on that.”