You are My Sweetest Downfall [1/2]
Title: You are My Sweetest Downfall
Chapters: 1/2
Author: yumemirunosekai
Pairing: Kame/Ueda (KameDa),
Rating: NC 17+
Warnings: handjobs, swearing
Synopsis: Ueda knew that he shouldn't fall for him. He knew that if he did, the pain that would befall him would be excruciating. Ueda didn't want to fall for him. He really didn't want to.
A/N: This is an AU story! ^_^
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April 6, 2012
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"Where is he?!"
Ueda looked up from the book he was reading at the sound of the classroom door slamming open. In the doorframe stood a boy whom he recognised was someone from the next class, and he looked beyond furious. In fact, he resembled a complete madman, what with his hair sticking up on end and clothes rumpled messily.
His deranged gaze swept the silent classroom with its students and halted when it landed on a figure who was slouched over his desk at the back of the classroom. With furious strides, he marched purposefully to the person, who turned a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes up to look at the approaching individual.
The angry boy did not say anything, instead, snagged the seated boy up by his collar roughly, and delivered a punch straight across his jaw. A few students gasped in shock, but most of them merely scoffed before turning back to their own work, as though the situation was nothing out of the ordinary. Ueda was hardly surprised either, since this happened almost every week.
The punch had caused the other boy's head to snap sharply to one side, his dark, slightly wavy hair bouncing at the movement. Panting, the angry boy flung the other back onto his chair, still seething. "Why did you do it, Kamenashi? Don't you get tired of it??"
The seated boy, Kamenashi, merely chuckled and lifted his head up, and Ueda could see the bruise forming at the corner of his mouth. "If I got tired of it, I wouldn't be doing it now would I?" scoffed Kamenashi, wiping the trickle of blood from his split lip.
Even in this state, Ueda couldn't help but think that Kamenashi looked irresistible. His wavy brown locks that were always arranged messily, falling softly into his deep, mesmerising chocolate brown eyes that never failed to make Ueda's throat go dry.
Kamenashi Kazuya was well known for being a player, and a very viciously sarcastic as well as nasty one too. Many girls had fallen prey to his unusual combination of bad boy and gentleman-like appearance as well as his sweet, puppy dog smile that could melt anyone's heart. Kamenashi came off as a well bred, kind, and caring individual, but his real personality was a complete polar opposite.
He used people, manipulated them like puppets on a string, bending them to heed his every whim. He could put on a thousand different masks, and not one would be real. In fact there was probably no one who has ever seen Kamenashi Kazuya without a façade to obscure his true self.
Kamenashi had a tendency to go though girls faster than toilet paper, using them for senseless pleasure and fun before tossing them out like yesterday's garbage when he was bored with them.
He did not care if the girl had a boyfriend, or if the girl was a virgin. He charmed his way like a magician into anyone's heart, caressed it, and nurtured it, then ripped it to pieces in a blink of an eye. Kamenashi never dumped anyone with screams and blatant insults, instead he did so with a smile, in a sweet, kind, and velvety voice, but the words he chose and used were specially picked to inflict maximum damage to the intended target, aiming to twist the knife as deep as it could go.
It was the bitter coldness and obvious cruelty in Kamenashi's actions which disgusted many people, especially the fact that he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed hurting people, watching their fragile shell crumble before his eyes. He relished in the fact that it was him that had inflicted these wounds, and basked in their pain.
He was like plague, a plague that no one could avoid.
No matter how notorious Kamenashi became, no matter how many warnings were given, there would always be one who would get caught in his web. Last week, it was a first-year girl, two days ago it was a boy (Kamenashi didn't seem to care who he fucked), yesterday, it was a second year girl who fell into Kamenashi's trap. Who would it be today? Who would he aim for?
He was an enigma, and regardless of what he already knew, Ueda wanted him.
The boy couldn't deny that he wasn't attracted to Kamenashi. He had known for quite some time now that he had a crush on the latter, but he shouldn't feel this way, not after all that Kamenashi has done, but the spark was still there, and Ueda had come to get used to it. So much so that he could actually ignore the increase in his heartbeat whenever he passed Kamenashi in the hallways.
Resting his cheek on his palm, Ueda watched Kamenashi from a safe distance. The boy was always alone. Well, it was definite due to his nasty habits, but still, sometimes Ueda wondered if it was longing he saw in Kamenashi's eyes when he watched groups of students laughing together. If Ueda would guess, he would say that Kamenashi was probably really lonely.
Brushing copper locks from his eyes, Ueda glanced at the wall clock. Only 2 minutes to lunch. He closed his book with a snap and got to his feet stretching. The free was almost up, and he wanted to be in time for his music practise session before all the music room were taken up.
As soon as the bell cleared, students poured out of the class like water let out of a dam. Ueda and Kamenashi were one of the last to leave. Clutching his bulging manuscript to his side, Ueda hurried for the door, just as Kamensahi slouched to it lazily. As cliched as it was, the two of them collided head first, the force knocking the music manuscript out of Ueda's hands, and resulting his Kamenashi and himself to fall flat on their butts.
Groaning, Ueda muttered a hasty apology as he gathered up his notes, stuffing them haphazardly into his book. "Shit, I'm late." and with that, he sprinted out of the classroom without a second glance back.
Kamenashi, who was left cursing on the floor looked up just to see the tips of Ueda's copper coloured hair disappear around the door. "What the hell was-" he then felt his hand brush against something on the ground. Turning around, he saw that it was a sheet of music, the notes were neatly put down in very feminine script. Kamenashi did a bit of music, and by looking at it, he could tell that the person who composed this was rather talented. Getting to his feet, he peered around the door, but the person who bumped into him had gone. Well, he did appear to be in a rush. Still massaging his sore butt, Kamenashi continued to inspect the sheet music with careful eyes. At the corner of the page, in small cursive writing, was a name.
"Ueda… Tatsuya, huh."
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By the time Ueda realised one of his sheet music was missing, it was already the end of the day.
It wasn't a very important part, and his did not plan to practise that piece anytime soon, however, it would be a pain to have to recompose the part from scratch, so Ueda returned to the classroom where he bumped into Kamenashi to search for his missing sheet.
It was relatively late, and the corridors were empty as well as the classrooms. Burning orange sunlight streamed in through the windows, making the rooms look as though they were on fire. Ueda pulled open his classroom door and entered the deserted place, sweeping the room once over for any sign of a stray piece of paper.
"Maybe I dropped it on the way to the music room." mused Ueda, walking further in and peering under desks and chairs. He was so engrossed that he failed to notice someone enter the room and lock the door behind him.
"Looking for something?" drawled a smooth voice, and Ueda stiffened. Even without turning around, he knew who it was behind him. "Could you possibly be… Ueda-kun?" Christ, the way Kamenashi said his name, it was enough to send shivers up his spine. Twisting around slowly. Ueda came face to face with the devil.
He was even more stunning up close.
A tall, well built body, a well chiseled face, and deep chocolate brown eyes. His hair was falling delicately into his eyes as usual, and there was a small smile on his lips.
Smile, not smirk mind you.
Kamenashi never smirked at his prey. He wanted to lure them into a false sense of security, make them feel like nothing mattered to him in the world but them. Ueda knew how Kamenashi worked his charms. He had seen too many girls and guys fall for it. He knew it was fake. Everything about Kamenashi was fake, a lie. But even so, he couldn't help but be drawn to that honeyed smile and creamy smooth voice. Ueda gulped, and his felt his face flame.
"Y-Yeah. I am. Did you happen to see my music sheet anywhere?" asked Ueda, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
Kamenashi hummed thoughtfully. "Ah, you mean when you bumped into me this afternoon. Yeah, I did. I put it in my bag for safe keeping."
Ueda was visibly relieved. "Oh really? Thanks! Do you have it with you now?"
"No." replied Kamenashi. "And I don't know if I want to return it to you."
Ueda blinked in confusion. "What do you mean-"
But Kamenashi had covered the space between them in three strides, and he was now so close to Ueda that their noses were almost touching. Ueda felt his heart do a leap of faith and jump straight up his throat. Kameanshi was about half a head taller than him, so he had to tilt his upwards to look properly at him.
He could smell the cologne Kamenashi used. It was stronger now that there was nothing but thin air between their bodies. Ueda wasn't scared. He was hyperventilating in excitement, unsure what Kamenashi wanted with him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" growled Ueda, trying to maintain his composure.
Kamenashi didn't answer. Instead, he lowered his lips and before Ueda could register what was happening, he could feel those cursed lips working against his own. Clamping his mouth tightly shut, Ueda refused to allow Kamenashi entrance, even though the latter's tongue was prodding and poking, begging Ueda to let him in. Ueda tried to turn away; turn away before he gave in, but Kamenashi wasn't going to let that happen. He bit Ueda's bottom lip, was caused him to let on an unexpected moan. Taking this chance, Kamenashi slipped in his tongue, and deepened the kiss.
That was it. Ueda's mind was now completely shut down, only registering the pleasurable sensations that was coursing through his entire being. It was as though his body was on autopilot, and Ueda 's arms wound around Kamenashi roughly, startling the other boy.
Kamenashi released a groan when he felt Ueda raking his nails down his back. Forgetting that he was going to go slow, he roughly shoved Ueda up against the teacher's desk, grinding his hips tantalisingly against Ueda's. Ueda could fell Kamenashi's arousal through the thin fabric of his school uniform, and he couldn't help but smile into Kamenashi's mouth.
That was quick. He never knew Kamenashi was so easily turned on. Suddenly feeling very bold. Ueda trailed his hands down Kamenashi's back and groped his ass teasingly, but that was probably the wrong move, because the latter let out a feral growl before heaving Ueda up roughly by his waist and shoving him flat down on the wooden desk.
Kamenashi pulled away from Ueda, panting for breath. God help him, he was almost about to lose his self control completely. Right now, he wanted nothing better than to fuck the boy beneath him senseless. He took in Ueda's rumpled copper locks, sprawled on the table, his unfocused eyes that were glazed over with lust, his swollen lips, and the wide swathes of creamy skin, from his jaw down to his collarbone. Never in his life had Kamenashi ever felt this aroused before. He had to stop. Stop while he still had the chance, but then Ueda absently licked his lips, and that was the final straw.
Groaning loudly, Kamenashi dipped his head into the crook of Ueda's neck and sucked and bit. His hands swiftly traced down Ueda's lithe form, forcing filthy moans of pleasure from him. In seconds, Kamenashi had removed his own pants along with Ueda's and continued to grind their exposed members together. Their thin white shirts stuck to their bodies, slick with sweat, and the mix of pleasure and pain from the friction between their throbbing members was so much so that Ueda had to bite his lip to prevent a scream from tearing through his lips. But then his felt a pair of hands clamp down on him, stroking and pumping.
Teasing bastard.
At once, his eyes flew open and the scream that had been building up in his throat escaped. Kamenashi grinned down at Ueda, who looked so dirty the way he was writhing and moaning in pleasure.
He had to admit, when he decided that his new target would be Ueda, he had no idea that this would be the result. Kamenashi was always careful when it came to seducing people. Most of the time, he meticulously plans his moves, anticipates his target's movements, predicts their reactions, before he acts. That was how he managed to stay detached from his playthings. The last thing Kamenashi wanted was emotional attachments.
But with Ueda, it was different. It was exciting, intense. He admitted to himself that Ueda was probably prettier compared to many people in this dump, and unique as well. What with his bouncy copper locks, wide dark eyes, and plump lips, he could go as far as to say that Ueda was beautiful, and Kamenashi never saw anyone as something 'beautiful'.
Kamenashi's hand around Ueda's throbbing member quickened, which tore more hoarse moans from the latter's lips. Soon, Ueda was bucking into Kamenashi's hand and his screams became incoherent curses, as Kamenashi alternated his speed determined to withhold Ueda's release.
Suddenly furious, Ueda sat up and grabbed hold of Kamenashi's twitching member, which caused said person, to emit a wanton moan. Slowly, teasingly, he began to pump, then faster and faster, until Kamenashi's knees nearly buckled from the pleasure.
But when Kamenashi dragged his nail across Ueda's slit, he came hard, the force of his orgasm nearly knocking him out. It wasn't long too before Kamenashi came, milky liquid dirtying Ueda's sweaty stomach and the floor.
It was only then that Kamenashi collapsed to his knees, his body still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm.
Ueda was the first to come to his senses. And like any normal human being, was mortified at how easily his restraint crumbled. He had just given in to the Kamenashi Kazuya. But he was helpless when it came to that person. Ueda only snapped out of his daze when he heard Kamenashi pulling up his trousers. Hurrying to do the same, Ueda saw that Kamenashi was uncharacteristically silent. What happened to the smartass just a few moments ago?
"I'm sorry." muttered Kamenashi quietly, as he proceeded to clear up, while Ueda straightened out his uniform. As soon as the classroom was presentable, Kamenashi prepared to leave.
"Why did you do that?" asked Ueda, stopping Kamenashi in his tracks.
"Do what?" countered Kamenashi, his voice oddly strained. "Jerk you off?"
"No. Apologise. Why did you apologise?"
It was several moments before Kamenashi answered.
"Because I am." and with that, he left Ueda standing in the dimming classroom as the sun slowly sunk behind the trees.
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