Here we are again, with another excuse to make the boys do whatever I want. Based on an RP glostarz and I had years ago. Expect sexual tension, teenage hormones, and indecision. OH THE INDECISION!
I had intended on this being a one-shot, but there will be another chapter or two before this is concluded. Hoorah for inspiration. The second chapter should be uploaded within the month (don't worry, I'm not letting this take priority over SD, it's just a side project to get my muse back in gear).
Enjoy ;)
"Ugh, it's so damn cold out. Why the hell did Kakei want us to do this tonight for?" Rikuo grumbled, stuffing his naked hands further down his coat pockets.
Kazahaya was comically bundled up for the cold weather, a fat orange coat with wool gloves and a hat with a pom pom on top.
"Cos he likes making us miserable, obviously," Kazahaya shivered back, his arms crossed over his middle.
The boy's were on, yet, another "side mission" assigned by their boss. It was close to one in the morning, the drugstore employees having been rudely awaken by Saiga an hour prior, telling them to get ready to see Kakei.
It was the start of December, and Tokyo had taken on a cold front, but no snow yet.
Kakei had heard of strange activity coming from an abandoned house, activity that sounded super natural, and wanted Kazahaya and Rikuo to go check it out for him. When demanded of "why so goddamn late?" the answer was "Because paranormal activity is always at it's highest, in the dead hours of the night." A creepy and mischievous smile had followed.
The roommates walked in silence for a few more moments, both wondering to themselves why Kakei never gave them the money upfront, then maybe they'd have change for a fuckin' taxi.
"Maybe the house we're invading has heat," Kazahaya spoke up, attempting to make conversation, mostly trying to distract himself from the bitter cold.
Rikuo, always being a man of the realistic, responded. "Doubt it."
Kazahaya huffed.
The house looked to have two floors and a attic, judging by the lone window in between the steeple roof. It was slightly modern, but definitely creepy looking, with it's lawn decorated with dead brown overgrowth as well as vines growing up the walls, shingles missing or hanging off.
It wasn't difficult getting inside. The front door was locked and a window on the ground level was broken, but there was no need to go through it. Rikuo broke the lock and the boys stepped in cautiously.
Kazahaya tried the first light switch he saw, frowning when nothing even flickered. It would have been a bad idea anyway, to alert any neighbors or police men of an intrusion by way of light.
Rikuo must've thought the same way; Kazahaya saw him roll his eyes in the moonlight.
"You have the flash light, right?" Kazahaya asked, turning to face Rikuo.
"Yeah, in my coat pocket," but Rikuo made no move to get it.
Kazahaya stood, waiting, furling his eyebrows at his ridiculous roommate.
"Well? Come on, get it."
"You get it," Rikuo joked, grinning.
Kazahaya sighed. "Don't make me hurt you."
"What makes you think I wouldn't like that?" Rikuo's grin turned lewd, throwing Kazahaya for confused loop.
"Just hand it over," Kazahaya put his hand out, palm up.
Surprisingly, Rikuo handed it over, sniggering after wards as Kazahaya took it in a flourish, glaring at him, and clicking it on soon after.
Both boys looked around briefly, Kazahaya evicting any shadows with the beam of yellow light.
Then Kazahaya shivered... violently, almost dropping the flashlight in the process. He bent over a little bit, clutching his hand to his chest, and breathing slowly through his mouth.
Rikuo turned to face him then, as he had been looking elsewhere.
"You okay?" Rikuo asked, hiding any real emotion behind the question.
"Yeah, it's just..." Kazahaya stood up straight, shaking his head and continuing to breathe through his mouth, gray puffs building and evaporating.
"... really cold," Kazahaya finished, rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand.
Rikuo smirked, about to make a comment about how Kazahaya could possibly be cold with the layers of material he was sporting, but decided not to, asking a question instead.
"So, we're here just looking for ghosts, right?"
"Paranormal activity," Kazahaya corrected Rikuo quickly, eyes still closed, still rubbing one eye.
Rikuo looked around again. They were currently in a living room, furniture caked with dust. Some floorboards were missing, a faucet was dripping somewhere, and cobwebs could not be missed.
"Nothing paranormal here," Rikuo stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. "Unless you count the spiders... it's just an old house."
"Hm..." Kazahaya shivered again, Rikuo took a peek at him out of the corner of his eye.
He flinched back when Kazahaya pointed the flashlight in his face suddenly.
"Dude..." Rikuo squinted his eyes, Kazahaya brought the light down to point it at his chest instead.
Rikuo blinked away the spots, startling himself when he noticed Kazahaya watching him, his eyes wide. He briefly panicked, wondering if Kazahaya was seeing something scary behind him.
Rikuo craned his neck briefly despite himself, checking his surroundings once more before sighing and looking back to his roommate, who still had the same look.
"... You okay?"
Kazahaya's head twitched, finally releasing his hold on Rikuo's eyes, but his sight didn't travel far, letting his gaze rest upon Rikuo's body instead.
Rikuo felt awkward. "Stop staring at me."
"... I can't help it," Kazahaya grinned. Rikuo's mouth opened then closed.
"Okay..." he looked around, unsure how to respond. He felt Kazahaya stepping closer.
"Let's go check out the second floor," Rikuo offered, taking his eyes of his roommate.
"Mm...there's a bedroom up there."
Rikuo ignored the spark of insinuation, looking back at the dirty blonde boy with indifference.
"It's a house, I'm sure there is. What's your point?"
Kazahaya tsk'd, closing the gap between them a little more, taking hold of Rikuo's coat zipper.
"You are so dense," he pulled the zipper down slowly, Rikuo watched, perplexed.
Kazahaya looked up at Rikuo, his eyes cloudy. Something in Rikuo clicked, something that should have been obvious, but something was making his brain stutter.
Oh, Kazahaya had slipped his hands under Rikuo's coat and currently had a tight grip around his torso, in an almost bear hug. Right.
"What are you doing?" Rikuo tried to collect his thoughts, his arms out at his sides, unsure what to do.
Kazahaya giggled, nuzzling his head in Rikuo's chest. Rikuo swallowed hard. The hard nuzzling had tipped his hat askew.
"Getting warm, of course." Kazahaya pressed his body against Rikuo's, which didn't feel like much, as he was wearing such a thick coat. But Rikuo did feel Kazahaya's hands sliding down his back and past his hips.
Rikuo pulled Kazahaya off of him soon after, his hands on thin arms.
"Lets check upstairs," Rikuo spoke quickly, walking briskly ahead, not checking to see if his co-worker was following. He needed time to collect his thoughts. Rikuo knew he had a bad habit of letting his mind get carried away when it came to his feelings for Kazahaya, feelings that had been building for a while and becoming down right distracting.
He heard Kazahaya giggle again from behind as he mounted the stairs. It made him shiver, it sounded almost eerie. Why the hell was Kazahaya acting this way? Perhaps just his version of revenge for all the times Rikuo teased his gullible roommate. Rikuo wouldn't put it past Kazahaya to experiment in the possibilities of aggravating him, even mimicking his flirtatious, touchy-feely teasing. But he never thought Kazahaya would have the... confidence to actually touch Rikuo so forwardly.
Rikuo heard Kazahaya's footsteps behind him as he reached the second floor, a long, dirty hallway with doors on either side.
"Nothing up here..." Rikuo tried to keep his voice straight, tried to resist the urge to look behind him.
"Keep looking," Kazahaya sang softly from behind him. Rikuo huffed, peeking into the first room he came across curiously and almost jumped from surprise when he felt a firm grip to his ass cheek and saw a shadow of Kazahaya as he ran into a room.
That's... different.
"Kazahaya, what's gotten into you?" Rikuo asked suspiciously, carefully following Kazahaya into the room he ran in.
"You," Kazahaya popped his head around the corner as Rikuo entered the room, startling him again. Rikuo frowned, then grinned slightly when Kazahaya winked, yanking him fully into the room by his arm, and shoving him up against a wall.
"I'm not in you..." Rikuo couldn't help a little bit of flirting. Whatever was going on with Kazahaya was unconsciously beginning to affect Rikuo as well. He barely noticed Kazahaya's gloves were missing from his hands.
"That can change..." Kazahaya spoke softly. Rikuo raised an eyebrow at that, watching intently as Kazahaya began unzipping his own coat, shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor in a heap.
Rikuo shook his head, clearing it, groaning when Kazahaya stepped close again, leaving the taller boy sufficiently flabbergasted.
"Kazahaya, are you... feeling okay?" Something inside Rikuo was telling him to just stop talking and go with whatever situation Kazahaya had presented. But what Kazahaya spoke next finally made Rikuo snap out of his confusion, if only for a moment.
"That name again..." Kazahaya mumbled, getting a hard grip on Rikuo's hips and pulling him forward, so their pelvises crushed together.
"What?" That was the snap. But then Kazahaya pressed his lips on Rikuo's neck, and he lost his train of thought again. Rikuo may have mumbled something more, but Kazahaya's light kisses on his neck made any logical thinking seem silly. Question this hot, slim, energetic blonde boy who was currently treating his neck like a sweet piece of hard candy? Crazy talk.
"Mm... nothing," Kazahaya whispered, licking the shell of Rikuo's ear, making said boy shudder and then gasp as Kazahaya moved his hands up Rikuo's chest, onto his shoulders, and pulling his jacket down to his elbows.
"What are you doing?" Rikuo resisted the urge to ask that suggestively, narrowing his eyes, trying with the last of his will power to stay in character because... if he didn't, who would?
"You ask a lot of unnecessary questions..." Kazahaya struggled to get Rikuo to cooperate in getting his jacket off.
After a brief power struggle, Kazahaya was successful in also discarding Rikuo's first layer of warmth.
Kazahaya once again stared into Rikuo's eyes, a stare filled with need and mischief.
"Shit..." Rikuo mumbled, unable to break his gaze from the murky gold orbs. "Kazahaya... something's... not right here."
"Yeah," Kazahaya sounded irritated. "You wont listen to me," his tone changed to sound innocent. "Why won't you listen to me?"
Rikuo blinked. He knew something had gotten a hold of Kazahaya now, it was obvious. Kazahaya avoiding Rikuo's suspicions confirmed that. Rikuo kicked himself for being unable to notice it before.
Maybe this was the "mission" Kakei sent them out to do. Rikuo wouldn't put it past his boss to toss Kazahaya into a crazy spirit filled house and let him be possessed by a horny ghost. It had happened before... minus the horniness. So, Rikuo made the decision to go along with whatever what happening now. Stop fighting it.
"What do you want?"
That seemed to be exactly what Kazahaya... or the ghost, wanted to hear.
"Make love to me," Kazahaya whispered seductively, stepping closer so their bodies were flush against each other.
Rikuo felt his neck heat up, a brief vision, a fantasy, playing through his head of doing just that. Throwing Kazahaya down right there, tearing their clothes off and having his way with him. Spreading those pale legs and shoving his cock up that tiny ass, reveling in the tight heat, pressure... Kazahaya's sudden hand on the back of his neck, stroking the fine hairs at the base, made that desire stronger, but uncertainty filled his mind as well.
"... I don't... I can't, Kazahaya," he didn't try to move Kazahaya off him though.
A flash of irritation crossed Kazahaya's murky eyes, Rikuo noticed.
"No?" Kazahaya smirked devilishly, obviously not at all the answer he wanted to hear.
Rikuo swallowed again. This was ridiculous. He couldn't... seriously give in to what this spirit wanted. It was Kazahaya's body; there would be words afterwards. Even if it was Kazahaya's body... his perfect body... his body that Rikuo had seen half naked, just in a towel, dripping wet from a fresh shower. Those slim shoulders, flat stomach, perfect pale skin...
Rikuo mentally slapped himself. With those thoughts, he would be giving into the spirit's desires.
"No sex," Rikuo's voice cracked at the word. "But, ah, what else... could I do?"
Kazahaya's smirk grew, his eyes narrowing. Rikuo swallowed again.
"In any way possible..." Kazahaya suddenly seized Rikuo's hips again, and ground his own into them, making Rikuo's logic momentarily stumble. "... Make me scream your name..."
Rikuo's jaw dropped. Kazahaya leaned up so his lips grazed Rikuo's ear.
"Ah! Rikuo..." Kazahaya moaned dramatically, letting his body crumple against Rikuo's.
"Jesus," Rikuo groaned lowly. He grabbed Kazahaya's arms, pinning them at his sides. "Um... calm down."
Kazahaya pouted, a look Rikuo had never seen his roommate give. He took a mental snapshot, thinking about how absolutely adorable he looked.
"What's wrong?" Even Kazahaya's voice turned childish. He leaned forward as Rikuo tilted his head back. Rikuo felt Kazahaya lift up on his toes.
"Don't you want me?"
Oh, God yes.
"Kaza, something is getting to you here," Rikuo moved his grip from Kazahaya's arms to his shoulders, shaking them slightly. "This isn't you- you don't want me... like this." Rikuo gazed deep into the smokey eyes, trying to speak to Kazahaya.
"Oh, but I do want you," Kazahaya smiled, using his now free arms to his advantage and pulling Rikuo so he almost toppled over him, causing Rikuo to grasp onto the slighter body to steady both of them.
While Rikuo tried to figure out what else to say, Kazahaya snagged the black beanie off Rikuo's head childishly, running his fingers through black hair, making Rikuo's head tilt to face him once more.
They were in a perfect position to kiss, Rikuo realized. He had one arm around the small of Kazahaya's back, while the other went around his shoulders. Kazahaya and Rikuo had been frozen in a lean. All Rikuo had to do was move his head down... just a couple inches...
Rikuo shuddered. "Kazahaya..." he tried repeating the line he used previously. "This isn't you..."
Kazahaya's face formed a frown, but soon turned into a sly grin.
"Yeah, 'cos you drive me crazy."
That did it. With a mumble of "Fuck it..." Rikuo captured those grinning lips with his own, pressing lightly, listening to Kazahaya moan in what sounded like relief and pleasure.
Kazahaya's grip on Rikuo's biceps tightened as he responded eagerly, molding his lips to Rikuo's and enjoying the increasing pressure, the movement, but it was too dry. Both boys had chapped lips from the cold, making the experience rough. And although lips were fine, Kazahaya wanted more, he wanted to taste. Kazahaya snuck his tongue out, licking the seam of Rikuo's lips deliberately.
Rikuo moaned lightly as his mouth opened and he let Kazahaya's small tongue slip in, letting his own swirl around it. The sound of sucking and harsh breathing filled the quiet room, but it didn't faze either of them. Rikuo tightened his hold around Kazahaya, mainly the arm around his waist, unconsciously bringing their hips closer together, but not touching.
Rikuo relished in the feeling of Kazahaya's tongue probing his mouth, slow but insistent, it made doing things like thinking rationally fly out the door. So Rikuo let Kazahaya take control of the kiss, taking extra care to memorize his taste, the way their lips moved together, and how every time Rikuo flicked the roof of Kazahaya's mouth, the sweet, vibrating sound the younger boy would make.
Kazahaya unhooked his fingers from the fabric of Rikuo's sweater, instead moving them to the base and under, feeling the warm, hard skin that was Rikuo's abdomen. Said boy flinched from the cold contact, not registering that the digits currently sliding up his stomach were much colder than normal. He felt himself arch off the wall soon after though, as Kazahaya's exploring hands suddenly started groping, rubbing up his chest, thumbs caressing firmly over his suddenly perked nipples.
Rikuo broke away from the kiss, open mouthed, gaping for air, and completely turned on. He watched as Kazahaya's eyes slowly opened to meet his gaze and almost came just from the look his roommate was sporting. His usually dull, azure eyes had become almost golden. There was no light in the room, but Rikuo could've sworn they were lit up, blazing. Kazahaya's face was so perfect, angelic – and looking at him with the most aroused expression Rikuo had ever seen, even in his dreams.
With a small smirk, Kazahaya closed his mouth over Rikuo's once more, tongue probing deeper than before, swirling inside his mouth, becoming more intricate. Rikuo couldn't help an involuntary grunt of pleasure as his own tongue pressed back, more than welcoming the advances – deepening them.
Rikuo lost his will to think any more, getting way too caught up. He moved his hands to point down and pressed along Kazahaya's butt, moving down and groping roughly, grinding.
Kazahaya's lips disconnected, a trail of saliva hanging between them as he all but screamed in pleasure, beginning to move his hips of his own accord while Rikuo continued to massage his ass cheeks through the denim with both hands.
Their bodies were flush together, clothed arousal's rubbing against one another. Rikuo let his forehead lay against Kazahaya's as they panted hard, breathing in – swallowing each other's hot breath. He continued to roll his hips, barely needing to keep his grip on Kazahaya's perky ass as a guide, but did so anyway. He moved his fingers so they were teasing the edge of Kazahaya's jeans before plunging his hands down in between Kazahaya's underwear and pants, wanted to get as close to forbidden territory as possible.
"Ahh..." Kazahaya moaned lightly, brushing his lips against Rikuo's open mouth. The touch enough sent electricity through Rikuo's veins. He pulled Kazahaya to him hard, getting his fingers between his ass cheeks, letting his finger's teasingly rest in the warm crevasse.
Kazahaya moved his hands, still at Rikuo's chest and abs, down, fumbling with the button on the front of Rikuo's denim. When the pressure was released, Rikuo let his head fall back against the wall, getting wrapped up in the firm touches Kazahaya was placing around his hip bones, fingers darting down below the waist line. Rikuo barely heard Kazahaya moan his name as he slipped his hands a little lower, daring to feel coarse hairs.
"God," Kazahaya began, whispering. Rikuo heard his voice near his ear. "You're so hot... I can't stand it," and Kazahaya ducked his head back down to lick the expanse of Rikuo's neck, from the base up to his ear lobe, making the bigger teen shudder, feeling his own hands explore lower down Kazahaya's ass...
"Let me touch you, Rikuo..." Kazahaya whispered in the most seductive voice. Rikuo wanted to let him, wanted it so much, but something in his brain finally snapped as he felt Kazahaya's hands wandering down even further. He pulled his hands out from their position on the blonde's butt and grabbed his wrists.
"Wait... Kazahaya, no – not like this," he tried to pull his hips away but found he was pinned against the wall. He feebly kept a grip on Kazahaya's wrists, his body telling him to let things go, but his brain telling him this was wrong.
"No... if we do this you have to want it for real, and this isn't real," Rikuo's voice sounded pained as he sputtered the words out, trying to keep Kazahaya from digging his hands down his pants. He tugged up on his arms but his usually undeniable strength left him and he was clearly struggling against Kazahaya, who's face grew more and more agitated.
"You're acting drugged," Rikuo finished obviously. He didn't want to say possessed, unsure if something bad would happen if he actually acknowledged the situation.
Kazahaya almost growled his response. "Not this again..." and managed to whip an arm free, quickly replacing it down Rikuo's pants and grabbing him, hard.
Rikuo almost collapsed from the sudden pleasure. Kazahaya, grabbing his naked arousal. Their skin touching. He bit back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again.
"Fuck -" The intimate contact made his track of thought veer so far off course for a moment. He found his strength and grabbed Kazahaya's hand back out, wincing as his penis also moved up with the force before Kazahaya's hand released him.
"Dammit, I want this Kaza, but you don't know what you're doing," and before anything else could happen, Rikuo gripped both of Kazahaya's wrists in one hand, turning and dragging them out of the room and down the stairs.
"I know what I'm doing!" Kazahaya yelled, struggling against Rikuo and getting his footing wrong going down the stairs so he almost fell a few times.
"No, you really don't," Rikuo argued back, keeping such a hard grip on Kazahaya's wrists that they would probably bruise. He dragged him all the way back out the front door, and further, just to be sure, shoving him against a tree and pinning him there.
Kazahaya fell limp shortly afterwards, collapsing in Rikuo's arms. Rikuo held him there, breathing hard and falling to the ground in a heap, keeping Kazahaya to his chest.
"Thank God..." Rikuo mumbled to himself, resting his chin atop Kazahaya's head and closing his eyes in relief. He kept a protective hold on his roommate, his arms encasing him without thought, just holding tightly.
Getting back to the drug store was no easy task. Rikuo had realized about two seconds after Kazahaya's collapse that both of their coats had been left in the house... as well as Kazahaya's gloves. But Rikuo dared not go back in, even if he was beginning to shake from the cold, he began to worry about Kazahaya, who's small frame couldn't handle the freezing temperature as well as him. The dirty blonde luckily still had his winter hat on, but despite being held in Rikuo's arms all the way back to their apartment, the unconscious boy was shivering.
After tucking Kazahaya into bed, making sure to pull the blankets up over his shoulders, Rikuo tried to hold down his anger as he went to see his boss, ready to flip a table.
Kakei was in his office, a tired look on his face as he sat at his desk, the light of the computer reflecting off his glasses. Saiga was no where to be found, probably sleeping in a bed this time instead of the couch.
When Rikuo came in, without knocking first, Kakei immediately looked up from whatever he was doing.
"Ah, I thought I heard you boys come back. How was the mission?" He spoke like he had no idea what had happened. Rikuo wanted to growl but held it in.
"Why are you asking me? I thought you always knew what would happen when you sent us out," Rikuo walked in the rest of the way, sitting on the vacant couch next to Kakei's desk.
Kakei made the tiniest motion of a shrug. "I can predict something faintly, but sometimes things change. Was the house spirit infested as I had imagined?"
Rikuo narrowed his eyes, wondering where Kakei got off on sending the young men out on such ludicrous assignments for his own benefit.
"Did you anticipate Kazahaya to be possessed by a spirit?" Rikuo asked carefully, not quite answering Kakei's question.
"Yes, I did," Kakei answered simply. "Did he?"
Rikuo's lips parted slightly in confused anger. "He did..."
"But he's fine now, I assume?" Kakei continued on. Rikuo realized that Kakei probably wasn't aware that the house had a slutty ghost inside... at least one that Kazahaya was influenced by.
Rikuo decided to let it drop. If Kakei didn't know the actions that had occurred inside the spooky house, he felt there was no need to let him know. It was too personal, too weird, for Kakei to be aware of whatever feelings or emotions that was going on between the teenagers. He definitely felt like it was none of Kakei's business to know what exactly had gone down while Kazahaya was out of his mind.
"Yeah, he's passed out in his bed," Rikuo stood up suddenly, wanting to check on the subject of their conversation.
"Okay, you can tell me the details of what happened tomorrow when you two receive your pay," Kakei added. Rikuo frowned, having no intention to tell his boss anything.
"Good night," Rikuo spoke, registering Kakei's "Sweet dreams," before shutting the door behind him. He made his way back up the stairs into the shared apartment.
Kazahaya was still out when Rikuo returned to his side. He frowned again, leaning over the boy and resting his palm over his forehead. His temperature was normal, he was breathing fine... Rikuo wondered when he would wake up. Usually when Kazahaya faints or passes out due to a memory or spirit, he would be awake by now. Maybe it was due to the late night and the lack of sleep... Kazahaya was probably just tired, sleeping it off.
Rikuo straightened up, deciding that was the case and getting ready for bed himself, washing his face and brushing his teeth before shutting off the lights and crawling into his own bed, turning on his side to watch Kazahaya as he drifted into dreams.