Summary: Every day, every week, every month that passed them by felt like an eternity whenever they got to meet each other again. It's only the barest of his touch and that fleeting, smoldering gaze thrown at his direction that made his defenses came crashing down and succumbed to the whispers of his traitorous heart and body.
Characters: I. Wakasa & Takemichi H.
(A/N: This is an AU meaning to say that the plot had diverged away from the canon and these characters are of legal age doing and engaging in adult behaviors and activities. This contains explicit sexual content. So, if this is not your cup of tea or if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to hit the back button right there. Otherwise, if you're fine with it and have no problems regarding this story then feel free to scroll down and continue reading. Moreover, for the sake of this fic and plot purposes, I made Wakasa's eyes and hair highlights into the shade of violet since we didn't get the official color scheme of Wakasa because he's not animated yet. Lastly, enjoy this while the ride lasts.)
Chapter 1
By Aztec999
It started one night at one of the bars that Takemichi and his friends went to last Friday.
Takemichi can't even recall what's the name of the bar due to his inebriated state and that intoxicating sensation of floating into a blissful world of cloud nine and ecstasy.
Nevertheless, the salacious noises that were slipping right out of his mouth were drowned by the flock of the uproarious crowd and the blaring sounds from the stereo.
He was currently pinned up against the wall in one of the murky halls of the bar, kissing passionately a stranger who possessed a pair of deep, mauve eyes that bored right into his soul and silky ponytailed locks with heliotrope highlights that seemed to glisten under the shimmering glint of the mirror ball from the bar. The stranger's hands gripped roughly on his sides as Takemichi wrapped his arms around his neck for support as his legs quivered in anticipation and lust. He thought that if he might let go, he'll fall into the ground due to the overwhelming sensations that bombarded his mind and body. His mouth molded sensually against him as the beautiful stranger kissed him ravenously, his tongue plundering the insides of his mouth.
Nevertheless, Takemichi tried to fight for dominance as he returned his kiss fervently, his tongue battled lasciviously against the other. Amid their ferocious kiss, a warm hand had travelled down on his thigh and gave it a teasing squeeze which made Takemichi gasped against his mouth. The man took advantage of it and finally sought entrance inside his mouth where his tongue lapped and licked at the sensitive crevices beneath it. It made Takemichi moan inside his mouth, his heart stuttering wildly inside his chest as he trembled sweetly into his arms, every nerve of his body was vibrating with want and need.
The man's hand grew bolder as it slipped inside his pants and circled teasingly around the hem of his briefs before his fingers dipped inside his quivering heat which was already slick and wet against his fingertips. The sensitivity and warmth of his touches inside made Takemichi tore his mouth away from him and let out a wanton moan which was deaden out by the roaring sounds of the stereo and rowdy noises from the overzealous crowd at the other end of the bar. A slight drool started to trickle down his lips and he looked at the stranger's face who was staring at him with unabashed lust and want beneath his wine-colored orbs which made him groan out in delight.
"W-we're still in a risky place…" Takemichi protested weakly even though his body was screaming out to throw himself at him.
"Oh? So, do I need to ask next the infamous question of your place or mine?" He asked silkily. Unlike his apathetic tone and behavior earlier, his voice now was a rich variety of velvet and dulcet tones, beckoning him to come closer to him.
If this was his trap, then maybe this was Takemichi's sweetest downfall.
He swallowed thickly, getting lost to the desirous sea of his lavender irises. "I wouldn't mind if it's in your place since mine is a bit farther away from here." He murmured.
The man flashed him a playful but devious grin before he pulled away and gripped him with his other hand. While the other hand had made its way into his mouth and licked it filthily in front of him. Takemichi's breath was caught in his throat and he could only stared at him with a mesmerized look in his face.
Even though Takemichi felt dazed and his senses were becoming hazy, he still followed the beautiful but mysterious man eagerly and let him get swept away by the cacophony of desire and dark pleasure swirling inside of him.
He felt like a marionette under his hands, pulling the strings of reasoning away from his mind only to leave him listening to his whims and sweet promises of what was about to come.
They managed to get out of the seedy club and ended up in one of those ordinary looking buildings which looked like an apartment complex.
It's one of those typical but livable edifices that has nice and groomed flats inside. Takemichi wasn't surprised when the inside of his studio has barely any furniture at all. Minimalistic style just suits him. But he had no time to admire his clean and unadulterated flat when the stranger swooped him on his arms upon reaching inside and closing the door firmly behind them. He yelped but he quickly wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Warn me before you do that." Takemichi grumbled weakly as he hid his blushing face into the crook of his neck.
A low, rumble of chuckle slipped past the man's lips as he proceeded to make his way towards his bedroom, kicking the door open and throwing him into the mattress.
"Oooppsss… Sorry about that." He didn't sound apologetic at all and flashed him a smirk which made Takemichi's insides melt in half deliriousness and captivation.
"Just come over here will you." Takemichi bit his lip and looked away, foolishly feeling bashful all of a sudden which didn't make sense to him as he was mewling like a kitten in heat into his arms earlier.
The man's lips quirked upwards, finding his sudden demureness cute and endearing. He proceeded to take off the hair tie from his hair and let his long and silky locks free from its confines and fall down like a waterfall on his waist.
"As much as you looked good in those clothes, I think they'll be better on the floor don't you think so?" He remarked in a lilting voice as he crawled on the bed going to Takemichi's spot.
Takemichi could only watched him in rapt silence, completely enraptured by the male's flowing, silky locks framing his small face. His sharp, angular features were softened by the feathery wisps of his heliotrope highlights at the side making the man's usual bored yet intimidating features more delicate and youthful. He also had a lithe frame hidden beneath those layers of baggy pants and oversized sweatshirt. His body had a nimble, slender frame to it but also possessed the right amount of muscles that was accentuated in his arms, thighs and pectorals. Takemichi surmised that despite his resplendent frame of a dexterous and flexible person, he must've had rigorous exercises and trainings in his life to have that pair of robust arms and toned form.
And he couldn't stop the naughty part of himself as he kept on thinking of what was it like to be held down by those toned arms and shapely thighs slithered around his body possessively. However, the part that he was drawn to the most was his deep, amethyst orbs that was staring at him like he was the most gratifying sight that he had laid his eyes ever upon on despite his own better judgment of being just another nameless blond in the sea of people at the bar that night. The stranger still looked at him with his full attention otherwise.
Like he was worth being paid attention to.
It's as if those eyes were taking him apart and wanted to see the layers beneath him and the secrets hiding inside his very soul. Takemichi knew he'd lost himself upon staring back at those magnetic eyes that could enthrall him into a path of the most pleasurable sin that he had ever known.
So, at the moment Takemichi just stayed transfixed there even when the man had reach and stop into his spot and stared at him directly.
"If you continue to stare at me like that, it'll certainly make me blush." The man remarked in his usual dry but playful voice.
Takemichi could feel his face growing hot at his remark as he caught him staring at him again. He didn't want the other to think of him as some kind of an ogling creep in front of him. Although judging by his expression alone, that was not the case. If anything, there was that faint amusement dancing in his eyes. And was that…fondness hiding underneath there? It must be the alcohol in his system that's playing tricks on him since there's no way that the other can feel like that with the likes of him. This was a mere chance meeting that grew into something else. A night spent between the two of them where they can throw their inhibitions and logic away and just listen to their instincts that were whispering around them to just let go. And the next day, they'll be just strangers again…and act like this has never happened.
A roaring dream of fulfilled salaciousness and sweet mistakes.
Takemichi didn't dare to think about it further nor paid attention to the growing tightness inside his chest with just the mere thought of bleakness that would ensue afterwards when they part from each other. Instead, he moves according to what he knew best. Springing into action before thinking about it. This was the kind of territory that he felt comfortable with. Takemichi had always been guided by his gut feeling and emotional heart. He grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pulled him closer towards him and pressed his lips firmly against his own. He slotted his lips where it feels right and kissed him like there's no tomorrow waiting for the both of them. If the other man seemed surprised by his sudden aggressiveness, he didn't show it and guided him along, returning his kiss passionately and let his tongue licked along the roof of his mouth. Takemichi could feel the man's hand had started to unbutton his shirt and caressed along his chest, a shiver running down on his spine as he felt the growing fire lit within him whenever he touched him.
Growing impatient, Takemichi helped him of getting rid of his clothes and threw them away carelessly on the ground, pressing himself closer to him and settled along his lap to remove the remaining gap between the two of them. The kisses that shared between the two of them grew hot and filthier as the other explored the insides of his mouth with his expert tongue which elicited a wanton moan from him, drooling slightly at the heady sensation that slithered around his veins. He tore his mouth away from him and let out a faint gasp when the other wasted no time in latching his warm mouth into the pale column of his throat, nibbling and licking at the sensitive skin beneath it. Takemichi could only grip his shirt tightly for support or he'll fall right into him because of the sweet, dizzying sensations that the other was awakening inside of him.
The man's hand had travelled lower until it settled on his hips where he gave it a gentle stroke before gripping it firmly to keep him in his place on his lap. His mouth started kissing him downwards where it left a trail of fire on his sensitive skin. A whimper broke out of Takemichi's lips at his actions, unconsciously grinding on him that made the other let a low growl under his throat.
"If you keep on doing that, we're not going to last long." He muttered hotly against his skin.
"Are we supposed to do that?" Takemichi asked mindlessly as his head was filled with that need in his body that needs to be fulfilled. "Also, it's not fair since you're still dressed where I'm practically naked in front of you." He added with a whine leaving his lips.
A throaty chuckle escaped from the man's lips as he looked back at Takemichi. "Well, would you do the honors then of stripping them away from me?" He asked with a sly grin on his face.
Takemichi bit his lip before huffing out a low laughter. "You tease." He grumbled weakly but proceeded to undress him and threw off his shirt carelessly into the ground before he settled on his pants and slowly taking off his belt, gulping slightly as his hand trembled when he finally unzipped and unbutton it, proceeding to slowly pull it down and revealed his shapely thighs and toned legs which made his mouth water at the delicious sight in front of him.
"Everything okay down there?" The man asked idly with that lingering mischievous smile on his face and Takemichi quickly looked away as he discarded his pants which left him on his boxers.
"Y-yeah." Takemichi inwardly cursed at himself for stammering like a blushing idiot. His hand brushed lightly along the sides of his boxers while the man continued to stare at him with the smile on his face but he could sense the intensity of his gaze beneath those lavender irises.
Even if Takemichi could feel the slight shaking of his hands from anticipation and nerves, he still proceeded to slowly take off his boxers with his breath catching in his throat upon seeing the sight that greeted his eyes and made his mouth water from lust. In front of him was his cock which was pulsating with need and want. It wasn't that long but Takemichi swore that it was thick and wide in girth, a perfect combination if one doesn't mind getting their body wrecked that night and forget their name the next day.
With that half mesmerizing and hungry look on his face, one of Takemichi's hand had move of its own accord and brushed the tip fleetingly.
And he swore that he could feel him shivered slightly from his featherlight touches.
That action alone made something inside of the other snapped and pinned Takemichi on the spot with just his piercing gaze that made his body trembled in a sweet, aching manner.
The male pushed him down on the mattress afterwards and towered over him, licking his lips and hovering on top of him like a delicious prey. He didn't waste his time as he leaned down and claimed Takemichi's lips in a searing, fiery kiss that stole his breath. His tongue plundered inside his mouth as his hands started to wander eagerly around his pliant body. With each caress and stroke that he left on every part of Takemichi's body, a trail of fire traipsed on his sensitive skin that had him arching and mewling like a helpless kitten beneath him. He swallowed back the moans that came spilling from his lips and continued kissing him ferociously, dominating every inch of his body. Takemichi entwined and brushed his legs against his own that made the other's tight leash of control slowly loosening.
Drool started to trickle down their lips as they kept on kissing languorously, exploring each other's mouths in a heated, frenzied way. It's as if Takemichi's body was moving on autopilot and started to grind down and brushed his legs teasingly along the other, wanting to become closer to him and increased the hot friction against their bodies. The stranger tore his mouth from him all of a sudden, a string of saliva running down from their lips.
"Didn't know that an angel like you is a devil in disguise. You have the audacity to tease me like that." He said darkly as one of his hands had travelled downwards and landed on his cock that was aching with need and started to thumbed the tip lazily.
A choked moan escaped from Takemichi's wet lips as his body reacted instinctively from his touch, writhing beneath him like a kitten in heat. "Just please…" He mewled.
"Just please what? Hmm?" The stranger watched him with a glint on his eyes as he started to stroke his member in a laborious manner.
"Please just fuck me and stop teasing me like this. I want you to toy with my body just as you please and pound into me till my body can't remember anything but the warmth and shape of you inside of me." Takemichi babbled incessantly, growing more forthright and unfiltered with his words and desire as his mind was clouded with lust and intoxication.
The male on top of him paused and looked at him intently before licking his lips, taking a hold of his legs and made them wrapped securely on his waist. "If that's what you wish. Can't really deny that tempting offer from you." He whispered throatily, nibbling at the shell of his ear before he went straight ahead and thrust into him with vigor.
Takemichi groaned sharply and took ahold of his shoulders for support, his nails digging deeply into his skin which sent a simultaneous pain and pleasure into his veins. The male looked below him and stopped, giving him an ample time to adjust his body against him even though his own body was screaming with want and need to devour him that instant.
"Tell me once you get used to it." He said lowly, both of his arms were gripping the sheets tightly for some semblance of control.
Takemichi swallowed thickly as he remained motionless beneath him for a few seconds before a hot, dizzying pleasure started to spread around his body as he could feel his pulsating cock breaching inside his sensitive walls. "Just move and don't hold back now. I know you want to take it harder." He whispered sweetly as he gently grabbed his nape to bring him downwards and catch his lips in a warm, fluttering kiss.
He groaned inside Takemichi's mouth before he responded eagerly and licked at the seams of his mouth. "Now who's being the tease between the two of us?" He mumbled hotly against his lips.
Takemichi writhed and grinded eagerly beneath him in response, his eyes growing hazier and more unfocused as his mind was only filled with the growing need to feel him deeply inside of him. "And what're you going to do about it huh? Punish me like the brat I am?" He pulled away and shot him a drunken smile which made the other growled lightly under his breath.
"You're damn right you vixen. I'll make you regret that."
Without any hesitation and warning, he pulled away and slammed harder into him which made Takemichi moaned mindlessly and see stars. His legs quivered but he kept them tightly wrapped around his hips for support and leverage while the man continued to grind and thrust into him rapidly.
"Fuck. There! H-hit there h-harder!" He screamed when the male pounced into him deeper and hit his sweet spot, his body quivering and shaking like a leaf under him.
His words and cries of pleasure spurred the male further and thrust into his body with much gusto, abusing and hitting his sweet spot over and over again. Takemichi drooled at the overwhelming sensations that bombarded his body, mewling and moaning helplessly against his arms. The other watched his pleasure ridden face, his sinful lips that were red and wet and how his eyes rolled back in the brink of ecstasy which made him aroused and eager to ravage every inch of his body. He continued to pound him recklessly, his speed and motions increasing despite his body was already reaching its limit.
Takemichi gasped before a loud moan tore from his lips. "Since when did you became bigger…?"
"…Maybe you're the one to blame for making me excite like this." He groaned out before he leaned down and captured Takemichi's lips in a searing kiss.
The blond responded eagerly, kissing him back with a renewed passion and vigor. The male's tongue plundered easily inside his mouth and explored every nook and crevice with wild abandon.
It took a few more thrusts before he reached his peak and released everything inside of him, the white-hot pleasure blinding his senses as he pulled away from their kiss and moaned his nickname in throes of passion.
Takemichi could only mewl weakly in response as he reached his own climax and splayed his own release across their chests.
The male fell on top of him afterwards, breathing raggedly as his heart raced inside his chest. Takemichi's hold on him loosened afterwards as the adrenaline rush left his body and made him exhausted and lethargic. The other proceeded to roll away from him and reached for something at the bedside table, wiping the tissues on his legs and thighs that was slick with sweat and cum. Takemichi could only groan out in weak and delight, his body still oversensitive from the onslaught of heady sensations earlier. He couldn't fight the sleep that was overtaking him before he fell into a deep slumber with the other making his way towards him and wrapped his arms around his body and pulled him closer, and they stayed asleep in that position for the whole night.
That day was like any other days that he spent here.
Except that it really wasn't.
Wakasa's eyes roamed disinterestedly among the sea of people who're jam packed in the middle of the dancefloor. The lollipop stick on his mouth rolled lazily into the side as he held the glass of whiskey on his hand. Loud places like these with noisy, energetic people wasn't really his thing in the first place. It just became another habit of dropping by this place every time that Benkei and the other members of their group would have a whim of going all out every Friday or during the weekends. And this was one of those days that he was pulled out of his usual lazy lounging on the couch watching Seinfeld or even playing something on his switch when they're not on the job. Benkei must be doing something outrageously moronic at the other end of the bar while the others might already found someone to flirt or jam with.
For Wakasa, he was fairly content lounging in the barstool since he didn't find any remotely interesting on sight. Called him picky or whatever, but he wouldn't waste his breath and time dilly dallying with someone whose personality was similar to a rock. And that's what his colleagues always commented that no person was going to last with him in a relationship because of how dispassionate and too analytical he was with other people. Well, it's not his fault that most of the people he came across with are a bunch of boring washouts. And that's what he also stated in a fight, "they might not be moving at all if I really paid attention to them." That's the kind of approach he also applied when it came to personal relationships. He'll not hesitate to take the bait if they're worth took noticing about.
And that's also one of the reasons why Akashi would quip and gave him a teasing, dry remarks about his short, failed relationships…err…relationship didn't seem to be the right term on that since most of the time he and the other person were not that really invested with each other. Akashi seemed to possess the most normal degree of emotional quotient from the rest of them and that's why he's their mediator and advisor of their group. He just knew what's the right thing to say in a situation or even to a person to win them over. And he took advantage of that skill most of the time to the people who flocked to him.
That bastard.
Nevertheless, tonight was not like any other night in this bar since some interesting thing had happened. Or rather someone had caught his attention and interest that night.
Wakasa could feel someone's eye on him for more than a minute now. It's a reflex within him. Despite not looking at the whole surroundings, Wakasa could still sense if someone was onto him. Sometimes sharp reflexes and cautiousness was both a blessing and a curse. He finally turned his attention around to see a young, fidgeting man with short, sandy locks staring at him. He locked his eyes with the young man and found himself gazing at his startingly blue irises that reminded him of warm, peaceful skies and serene ocean.
The gaze was wide, curious and simply candid. A rare thing to find these days.
When the man realized that he was staring back at him, he quickly turned away and the hot flush on his cheeks was clearly visible. It made his mouth quirked upwards in slight amusement.
It seemed that his day wouldn't be a waste after all.
He called for the bartender and whispered something into him before the bartender nodded and made a drink, giving it to the blond afterwards.
He could hear him asking the predictable, "Who made this order for me?"
The guy's voice had a pleasant lull into it. A light timbre that also seemed ingenuous and forthright.
The bartender just pointed to his direction and he gave a simple wave towards the blond who seemed taken aback at first before sporting a pleasant yet shy grin on his face.
Wakasa wasted no time and went over to his direction and sat down beside him. "So, what're you staring at hmm? He inquired in a blunt yet casual voice.
"Uhm, sorry if I creep you out. It's just that we're playing a game with my friends over there. And well…I sort of lost and they made me a dare to approach someone who caught my eye and just you know…" The blond had trailed off, sporting a mortified expression on his face when his friends hollered at the background.
"Go Mitchy! Get your man over there!" One of them whistled from behind. The other people don't seemed to mind as most of them were in a drunken stupor or just having fun with the others.
"If you lost a dare then you'll be part of the losing bet where you have to pay." Wakasa drawled lazily.
"S-sort of." The blond stuttered.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" Wakasa looked at him blankly before a smirk graced his features and pulled him closer to his form to whisper on his ear.
"How about we prove them wrong and get out of here?"
Wakasa could feel the blond's breath hitched and his body shake slightly against him. He wasn't this usually forward with other people since he's the one always getting approached at anyway. But there were these rare times that he'll make an exception. Just for tonight. For this blond.
From the moment he saw him and that electrifying blue eyes and warm yet guileless demeanor, he knew within himself that needed to have him on his arms. Of course, it's not in his book to force someone who doesn't like or wasn't even remotely interested in him. But something told him that between these lines, their attraction was mutual.
And they won't let this sweet opportunity passed between the two of them.
Wakasa got up wordlessly and silently beckoned for the blond to follow him as he caught gently on his wrist. The young man also stood up and gulped at the cosmopolitan before setting it back on the table, feeling as if a fire quickly spread down on his throat going down on his body and followed him with that wide, hazy gaze on his eyes. Was he inebriated? Wakasa didn't think so but he could tell that the young man was not an expert in holding his liquor off well.
A lightweight.
With just a few more drinks and he will loosened up and will probably be like a giggling mess just like the other drunkards at the other side of the bar. At the mere thought of that, Wakasa simply find it entertaining yet cute at the same time.
The grip he had with the younger man grew tighter as they passed by the sweaty bodies and noisy crowd around them until they've reached a certain part of the bar where it was murky and with less people. He didn't know what possessed him but he suddenly pressed Takemichi's body against the wall and trapped him with both of his arms at the either side of him, drinking on the sight of his flushed cheeks, shiny, plump lips and those wide, periwinkle orbs that captivated him.
It was inevitable as he found himself leaning closer and capturing the blond's lips in a tentative, fluttering kiss like testing the waters. The lingering aftertaste of the cosmopolitan spread through his veins and he felt hazy from the onslaught of dizzying yet delicious sensations that course through his body.
Mitchy didn't disappoint him as he responded eagerly to his kiss, his mouth molding passionately against his own. He could feel him wrapping his arms around his neck as the blond pressed his body closer to his form and removed any remaining gap between the two of them. Wakasa could feel the warmth emanated from the other's body and how his heart raced quickly inside his chest. The genuine reaction of the other's body towards his own stimulated and awakened something inside of him. The heliotrope hues in his eyes turning darker and predatory as he stared ardently at the beautiful face of the blond writhing in pleasure. His hands automatically encircled around his waist and gripped it possessively, not wasting any time as his mouth captured his lips in a passionate kiss and sought and entrance inside his mouth.
The blond tried to fight for dominance as his tongue battled against his own which turned him on further and pressed his hand teasingly against his thigh. It made the other gasped faintly and Wakasa took advantage of it and licked at the sensitive crevices inside his mouth the made him moan sweetly against him.
With every arch, gasp and moan that the blond elicited from his pretty lips, Wakasa found it harder to stop himself and the want that invigorated his whole body. The aching fire continued to spread throughout his being until he could not longer ignore it and reacted instinctively, the rational part of his brain shutting down slowly. His nimble fingers began to travel idly downwards until it landed inside his pants where he teasingly nudged at the hem of his briefs before it automatically found its way inside his tight heat of entrance, the warm, velvety walls had slicked his fingers easily and penetrated his insides with ease. It made the blond gasped and tore his mouth away from him, moaning out loudly that would make any person blushed furiously who may have heard because of how scandalous and erotic it sounded. One might think it came from an X-rated movie.
However, due to the blaring noise from the stereo system of the bar and the boisterous crowd inside, the sounds that they're making were simply drowned completely. Or if they've heard of it, they simply don't care given how usual and natural to have people making out here in the middle of ungodly hours at the night.
"W-we're still in a risky place…"
He heard Mitchy's faint protest above him but made no action of actively stopping him. Wakasa paused and stared at the blond whose cheeks were flushed and drooling prettily on his arms.
It made him licked his lips slowly. What a delicious sight.
"Oh? So, do I need to ask next the infamous question of your place or mine?" Wakasa found himself asking him in a disarming voice, throwing him a come-hither look afterwards.
It seemed to have an effect on the blond as he stared at him with his electrifying blue eyes which seemed to darken with a tint of lust and dazed captivity.
"I wouldn't mind if it's in your place since mine is a bit farther away from here."
The moment Wakasa heard those words of affirmation from him, he tried his best not to let his instincts possessed him and take him right there and then. Instead he settled for giving him a salacious smirk as he pulled his fingers out from him and licked it in front of him. It had the desired effect as it made the blond's pupils dilate and hung open.
Wakasa didn't waste any more time as he took ahold of the other's wrist and whisked him away from the bar.
Promising him of a night that would be forever embedded to their mind and souls.
Dawn came in with the faint crack of lights slipping inside the small windows. It's still too early in the morning. Probably 5AM or 6AM but Takemichi's consciousness was already seeping in and he opened his eyes slowly to stare blearily at the ceiling. A delicious ache slowly creeped around his body and he could feel an arm was wrapped around lazily on his waist. He slowly turned around to see the sleeping male beside him, his long, velvety locks splayed like a waterfall around his face. It's as if his hands were having a mind of its own, he slowly reached down and part the strands of his hair that was slightly covering his face to reveal the captivating yet peaceful, slumberous expression on his face. It was a stark contrast to his usual, default facial expression which consisted of indifference, disinterest, dry amusement, open salaciousness and wanton gazes thrown over his direction last night. Today, he looked more youthful and innocent. One cannot really think he was capable of being lasciviously dark and primal beneath that immaculate face. Takemichi mindlessly tucked away those strands from his face, enjoying the sight of his sleeping face in front of him.
That was until he opened his eyes and stared back quietly at Takemichi which made the blond froze in place.
"You always have this weird habit of watching someone sleep happily?" He asked throatily.
A faint blush made its way to Takemichi's face and a titillating shiver ran down on his spine as his hand caught his wrist that was tucking the strands behind his ear.
"Well… I… uh, didn't have the heart to wake you up when you're so peaceful like that…" Takemichi replied weakly, unable to stand his penetrating gaze and looked down, his heart started hammering inside his chest.
Mortification flooded Takemichi's face when he was pulled suddenly into his arms and he didn't have any choice but to look up at him, meeting those eyes that had a burning anticipation within them. The embarrassment that he felt was quickly replaced by a pleasurable sensation inside his chest as the other's hands started to roam around his naked body lazily, mapping out the curves and harder planes of his physique. A delicious moan tore from his lips when his hand landed on his dormant member which was now getting hard and erect from his lazy strokes and hot touches. He clung to him like a helpless kitten, gasping and groaning out in delight. With no warning, Takemichi's moans were swallowed down as the other sealed his lips instantaneously against his own, enveloping him in a hot and needy kiss. His tongue flicked at the sensitive seams and crevices inside his mouth that made him gasp and moan inside his mouth.
In a span of few minutes they repeated what they did last night.
The only difference now was that Takemichi was on top of him. Riding him like a spinning top.
The bed started to creak again in response to their wild actions and his vigorous hops. Takemichi's mind was in shambles as it was only filled with the intense need and want to follow his body's instincts and pleasure. He was drooling in ecstasy as he could feel him pulsating and going deeper inside of him. His walls held him in a vice grip as he jumped on him rapidly. A wanton moan tore from his delicious lips as it hit his sweet spot that made the bundle of his nerves electrified and his body shook wildly on top of him. The male's hands held his waist tightly and he swore that it'll probably leave some marks or bruises tomorrow. Murmurs of filthy encouragement and invigorating whispers spurred Takemichi on, riding on top of him relentlessly. His body was quaking in ecstasy and was almost reaching at the limit but he couldn't slow down or stop on what he was doing. It's as if his body had a mind on its own and continued to buried itself into his hot and pulsating cock that's breaching deeper and massaging into his sensitive walls that made him drool and moan lecherously.
"Look at you. Taking my cock so well like a dirty whore you are. Wonder how the other people would react at seeing you like this… Who knew that behind that innocent gaze is hiding something sleazy…" The man beneath him chuckled darkly, looking at him like he was a fine meat before one of his arms had reached into the back of his neck and pulled him down towards his direction so that he could crushed their lips in a frenzied kiss. It was hot, slick, filthy and demanding. A groan slipped from his lips as Takemichi kissed him back wildly, his tongue licking at the roof of his mouth. With the breadth of his control slipping away, he broke away from their kiss and flipped their positions instantaneously. Takemichi now lying on his back as he resumed on grinding harder on him which made the male mewl and groan salaciously.
"Fuck you're still tight." He growled under his breath.
Tears of pleasure started to stream down Takemichi's cheeks, babbling incessantly because of how good it was. "Ah… T-there…! Hit there harder!"
His body reacted instinctively to Takemichi's pleas and cries of pleasure, increasing his pace and ravaged him in wild abandon that made the blond quivered and arched wantonly against his arms. A few more thrusts into him made Takemichi cried out in pleasure as his body reached his limit and came, the warm and glistening fluid splaying out in their chests.
But he wasn't done with him yet as he continued plundering the insides of his body, chasing his own release that made Takemichi whimpered and moaned out weakly. The sizzling sensation and pleasure that continuously coursed through his body sent him into a blinding height of ecstasy and passion. Takemichi barely heard the growl and grunt that came from him afterwards, his body seizing up salaciously as he felt him reaching his climax and released everything inside of him, continuing to pump him until he was full. The warm fluid started trickling down his thighs. His hazy vision caught a glimpse of him leaning down on him and kissed his tears away until it landed on his lips and bestowed him a languorous kiss that he returned automatically, his mouth molding perfectly into his own.
Takemichi could feel his senses and consciousness drifting away, his eyes drooping down again before he felt him move away and he could feel the warm cloth sliding around his body in a gentle, swiping motion. Takemichi could only groan weakly from the contact as his body was still feeling oversensitive from the overwhelming sensation and mind-numbing pleasure that he experienced earlier.
With the last vestiges of consciousness slipping away from him, his mind and body gave in to tranquilizing sleep, falling into a deep slumber.
He stayed deeply asleep for almost half a day before the ringing of his phone sun and the harsh sunlight peeking from the window made him open his eyes and wake up.
However, a mixture of emotions bombarded him as he finally realized that he was all alone inside the room.
Takemichi knew it was irrational but he couldn't stop that cold, prickling feeling inside his chest. It made him smile wryly.
He guessed that it should remain a beautiful memory at all.
Wakasa realized that he didn't asked for his name. Well, Mitchy didn't even asked for it in the first place so he wasn't obligated to do though he knew his nickname from what his friends called him previously at the bar and made a few slips of the tongue last night amid the throes of passion. Not that he would give him his real name though. Maybe the blond had realized earlier that it wouldn't really matter since what they have was a just a mere one-night stand only. Names and identities wouldn't really matter if they wouldn't crossed each other's path again. It was just a chance meeting that turned into a brief, hot mess of tangled limbs and a quick romp under the sheets. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nevertheless, he still couldn't forget those tantalizing wide, azure eyes that always threatened to drown him in a captivating stupor whenever he met those ingenuous gazes of his. Of how his cheeks would be colored in a rosy hue whenever he caught him staring or sputtering some shy nonsense that made him amuse and slightly mesmerized. Of how his body would quiver and trembled sweetly into his arms whenever he ravaged and dominated every inch of his body completely.
If Akashi didn't call him earlier to remind him of their important meeting at work, he honestly would've spend the entire day inside the room with Takemichi going at it like some wild rabbits. He was half exasperated and half incredulous with himself as he realized that he was acting like some mindless teenager who was at the mercy of his hormones. For God's sake, he's already 28 years old and a full-fledged adult! He should know better than this.
But the blond had been insatiable last night and earlier this morning.
In the end, Wakasa had left him, not leaving any note or whatsoever but just a fleeting kiss on his lips. He didn't want Takemichi to get a false idea that he'd want to extend further on what they have than just a quick fuck in the sheets. Maybe Takemichi was one of those people that just crossed your life in a flashed, leaving an unforgettable imprint into your mind and body.
Wakasa just shook his head in annoyance. Now was not the time to immersed himself in a useless, sentimental crap like this.
He had work to do.
And it's time to get back to the reality of his life. Of where he actually belonged to.
It's been several weeks since Takemichi last saw him.
Those hauntingly beautiful, pomegranate orbs continued to assault his senses and mind every night when he falls into a deep, slumber; revisiting his halcyon dreams with those silent yet intense gaze that made his knees weak and control crumbled down to the ground.
Takemichi tried not to think of it, instantly berating himself to get over the beautiful stranger and their fleeting but memorable engagement with each other. No matter where angle he looked at it, it was a simple one-night stand.
Nothing more, nothing less.
He had an inkling that the man had probably forgotten about him and was already back to the normal routine of his life.
Takemichi could only sighed deeply at that line of thought.
Nevertheless, in the next few weeks that passed, Takemichi was somewhat thankful that they've gotten busier working at the café due to the influx of people around especially during the weekends and the holidays. It made him distracted temporarily away from the nagging but feverish thoughts that he was having about that guy. He thought that his life and sanity was back to normal; that everything seemed under his control again.
But once again destiny had a habit of proving him wrong in the most unexpected of ways.
Just like now.
The bright beams of the sunlight filtered through windows and creeped inside the café going through the vacant seats nearby. Takemichi started to pour some coffee beans into the coffee grinder and pressed on the start button. It was still early in the morning but since it's Monday today and the start of the busy week for the employees and students as well, they came slowly filtering inside like a flock of sheep and it started to crowd their quaint café.
Chifuyu was the designated man for the cashier this day while Takemichi was the assigned barista and waiter for this time of the hour. He started to read the labelled names on the cups that's for frappe and other cold brews of coffee.
Today was the usual busy day for him.
It's as if it seemed that his explosive meeting with the beautiful stranger during the past weekends never happened and was just a part of his wildest dreams and imagination. He still didn't tell Chifuyu about what exactly happened that day and the details pertaining to it although sooner or later he will know about it considering that he couldn't really keep anything from him. Also, he wouldn't mind telling him since it's just a one-night stand, right? They wouldn't see each other again and they didn't even tell each other's name knowing that it's just a one-time thing and it's pointless to do so.
He sighed and swallowed back the disappointment that started to form inside of him.
He shouldn't even feel this way towards him now. Why would he feel disappointed all of a sudden? It's not like he's dating him or even have a relationship towards him.
"Hey Takemichi!"
Chifuyu's startling voice cut him off from his inner thoughts and turned around to face him. "Yeah?"
"Can you put this on our customer's table? Name's Wakasa. Been trying to call his name thrice but he ain't responding and coming here. He's over there at the furthest side right beside the windows." Chifuyu pointed at the end of the table where a man was sitting on his back.
"Yeah sure. What's his order anyway?" Takemichi asked.
"It's a cup of espresso and a donut." Chifuyu pointed at the right tray which contained a small white cup of espresso and a plate of donut.
"Right. Got it." Takemichi took the tray and head off towards the direction where Chifuyu pointed at. As he was nearing towards his spot, Takemichi spotted something familiar which made his brows furrowed and heartbeat quickened rapidly. The familiar long ponytailed locks and the glistening lavender highlights greeted his line of sight. The oversize sweatshirt and baggy pants also seemed familiar to him. Takemichi stopped right in front him and his breath was caught in his throat as his eyes landed on that apathetic yet beautiful face in front of him.
So, Wakasa was his name huh? It strangely fits to him. Sharp, mysterious and lovely.
"Sir Wakasa? Here's your order." Takemichi inwardly congratulated himself on keeping his voice calm and even despite the shaking that started to creeped inside his body.
The man took notice of his shadow and the tray that was place on his table, removing his wireless headphones to stare up at him. The deep, dark amethyst eyes clashing into his ocean blue irises.
"Oh, sorry about that. I didn't hear the barista from the cashier calling for me since I'm listening to an audio book." Wakasa's gaze bored right through his soul, betraying nothing of his innermost thoughts and emotions upon seeing him.
Didn't he really recognized him? Or was it all just Takemichi's dream?
His mauve irises stared blandly at the barista who was watching him with a conflicted expression on his face. Right in front of him was Mitchy. Or rather Takemichi as what his nametag bears in the side of his uniform. He was still sporting his usual expression of blunt indifference and casual repudiation as if it was the first time that he had seen his face. Although he wanted to laugh at Takemichi's face since he was an open book. He might be casual and silent about it but Takemichi's eyes were always honest and forthright and he can see right through him easily.
Nevertheless, he kept up with his usual act and observed his motions and reactions. He was curious to see on how this blond would go further and react to their unexpected meeting once again.
This was the guy that was causing havoc inside of him. This was the guy that filled his mind in every frigid night inside his bedroom. This was the guy who was fulfilling his dreams that always made him feverish and woke up in the middle of the night with an aching need and yearning to have him on his arms again.
Wakasa silently congratulated himself at the tight leash of control that he has on his mind and body or else he would've pounced on him if he was a mindless predator on the loose.
"…That's alright sir Wakasa. We're happy to serve our customers here." Takemichi's polite yet tentative voice brought him out of his thoughts and focused presently on him again. The way he said his name had a nice ring to it. Soft and smooth like a silky velvet to the touch.
"I'm sure you do." Wakasa answered nonchalantly and finally took a sip of his espresso, watching Takemichi from the corner of his eyes. He saw that Takemichi was briefly surprise at his words before a faint blush took over his face and quickly bowed to him.
"If there's anything else that you may need you can call for us at the counter and we'll be glad to assist you." The words came out in a rush and Takemichi quickly walked away from him, going back to the counter and entering through the backdoor.
A smirk formed around his lips before he took out his pen and wrote something on the piece of tissue.
What an interesting day.
Takemichi went directly inside the backdoor, not turning back to see Wakasa's expression. He leaned and almost sagged at the door, closing his eyes briefly. He could feel the skyrocketing of his pulse from his veins and the wild beating of his heart inside his chest.
What the hell was that?
He swallowed thickly. Why was he reacting like this towards Wakasa? It was just a goddamn one-night stand. So, what if he didn't recognized him? So, what if his last words had a different ring to him? Like the hot onslaught of memories bombarding right into his brain and how he was happy to please and serve him under the sheets?
He needed to get a grip on himself and get over it. He won't be able to function properly at his job if he kept being affected like this. Takemichi sighed deeply before opening his eyes and tried to calm himself. If Wakasa can act being nonchalant and cool in front of him, then he can too. He's not some just fumbling teenager that's being controlled by his hormones and emotions. He's already 26 years old for heaven's sake! He should be more composed and matured about it.
'You got this Takemichi. Not really the end of the world if he saw and treat you like you're an everyday stranger that he meets in his life.' His mind reproached him sharply.
Takemichi was about to exit when the sudden appearance of Chifuyu inside the kitchen made him paused.
"You're taking too long inside. What's up with—." Chifuyu stopped midsentence when he saw Takemichi's face.
"What?" He asked defensively.
"Okay spill it. You have this funny expression on your face that screams I'm bothered by something. Or by someone." Chifuyu retorted.
"I do not." Takemichi denied.
Chifuyu was about to retaliate when he heard the chiming of the door from the outside. "We're not done with this yet Takemichi. Do not spare the details right after our shift." He replied instead and shot him with that knowing look on his eyes before he went out and assisted the new customers who had arrived inside the café.
Takemichi could only groan in defeat.
Nothing really escaped Chifuyu's radar isn't it? He swore that the man had a third eye sometimes on these kinds of things that had a blind spot on him sometimes.
Takemichi heaved out a deep breath and braced himself. He needed to get his act together stop acting like a moronic teenager in front of Chifuyu and the other customers.
Takemichi finally went out after steeling himself, trying so hard not to let his gaze fall into the direction and spot where Wakasa was sitting. A few minutes had passed and both of them were busy again as the flock of customers continued to pour inside. He belatedly realized that Wakasa had already left when he was wiping down on a used table by a customer earlier.
He went to his table afterwards and was collecting the used cups and plates in a tray when he saw something from the side.
It was an address at the downtown of the city with the letter w at the end of the note.
It made his eyes widened.
Did Wakasa left this here knowing that he wanted to meet up with him again?
It's almost at the end of their shift when Chifuyu tried to get Takemichi's attention as he was packing his things inside his backpack.
"So, Takemichi." Chifuyu began casually. "I know a ramen place nearby. Let's go before we lose some available seats. It gets crowded easily during rush hours." He shot him a look that's basically stated as, 'I still don't forget the juicy story that you owe me behind your disturbing face earlier.'
Takemichi paused and looked at Chifuyu's face guiltily, rubbing his nape awkwardly. "Look Chifuyu… I don't think I'm free today… Can we do this the next day? There's something important that I have to do." He replied in a faltering voice.
Chifuyu shot him a deadpanned look. "Are you serious? You're not just making it up just to avoid the topic, aren't you?"
"No! Why would I do that?" Takemichi reacted instinctively. "Look, it's really an emergency okay? I can't bail this one out. Promise, I'll treat you on that ramen place the next day to make it up to you." He added placatingly.
Chifuyu huffed before taking a deep breath. "You better be. See you tomorrow I guess, partner."
"Yeah." Takemichi shot him a grin that was half apologetic and half grateful at the same time. He slung his backpack into his shoulder before he waved goodbye and went out of the café. He tried not to run to that place Wakasa gave him on that twill earlier, not wanting to appear eager and to catch Chifuyu's sudden attention and curiousness as well. He could still feel his friend's gaze upon him as he walked away but he kept his calm and walked ahead. For sure, Chifuyu will continue to ask him what's wrong and what's he's hiding. Not that he had any intention of hiding it from him of course. Since he will still tell him. But not now. Not until he settles the score between him and Wakasa. But what score was there to settle? It's just a one-night stand that's happened between the two of them. A no strings attached dalliance in the past and to probably let out some steam from the onslaught of pressures and stress from their everyday lives. But why was Wakasa giving him this address now and indirectly inviting him to go there?
Did he want to talk about it?
Takemichi gave himself an internal shake. For sure, Wakasa was not the type of person to just invite someone whom he fucked with and have a heart to heart talk with him. He's just not that type of guy from the vibes he gave off.
When Takemichi was sure that Chifuyu was out of sight and there were just few people around the corner, that's where he sprinted at and took a route into one of the alleys, remembering the location on where it exactly was. He stopped when he reached the designated location and looked around. It was a dead end on the front and there was another small alley at the left. But he was pretty sure that this was the one where Wakasa told him to meet up. But there was no one in sight. Did he got bamboozled by the enigmatic man who possessed those dark wine eyes that could penetrate his soul with just that mesmerizing stare?
Before Takemichi could contemplate on it further, his arm was caught by a sudden, firm grip and pulled him into a corner and backed him against the wall. The scream died down on his throat when a pair of warm lips met his own in a dizzying kiss which left him breathless.
"Wow. 5 minutes early. Are you that excited to meet me Takemichi?" Wakasa mumbled hotly against his lips as he encircled one of his arms on his waist and pulled him closer to his form.
Takemichi could only groan helplessly in response, the half rational part of his brain shutting down as his senses went into an overdrive upon feeling his lips on him once again. The heady kiss was invigorating and setting his body on fire in an instant.
Wakasa continued to ravaged his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, nipping and licking the sides of it. Takemichi wrapped his arms around his neck and clung to him desperately when he felt his knees weaken and turned into jelly, feeling afraid that he might fall into the ground if he suddenly let go of him.
The initial plan of asking Wakasa the important question as of to why he wanted to meet him up again died on his lips when he attacked him with a captivating kiss that turned his brain into a mush and just listened to his instincts and what his body had telling him to.
And that is to let go and let him get swept away by the ocean of desire and storm of passion that the beguiling interloper was igniting inside of him.
He moaned inside his mouth as he felt Wakasa's hand slipping inside his shirt and started to caress his torso teasingly which left his sensitive skin aflame from his touches. He couldn't help but to arch against him enticingly, his pliant body slotting perfectly into the harder planes of the other's body like a missing piece of a puzzle.
When Takemichi tore his lips away to breathed languidly, Wakasa's lips automatically settled into the shell of his ear going down on the column of his throat which made him gasped softly and moaned lecherously. The onslaught of his hot kisses and touches brought him to the edge of ecstasy and desirous oblivion.
If Wakasa was always like this when they meet, then how can he get a good grasp of control over his mind and body?
(A/N: Reviews are amusing. Hence, I look forward to hear them from you.)