He's Mine
Pairing: Nagisa/Rei
A/N: Procrastination and college matters is the worst combination. Sorry for the super late update! Oh and there's a particularly intimate scene in this one (but it's still T-rated, I think), hope you don't mind.
Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction of Free!, a light novel originally written by Kouji Ouji.
"Rei-chan…"
A voice called out for him –distant, soft and barely audible- but there was no one in sight. Rei looked around and realized that he was in an unrecognizable house; a place he was sure he had never stepped his foot in. And yet he was maneuvering through the empty corridors like an expert, instinctively going up the staircase and heading towards the source of the voice.
"Rei-chan… Over here…"
The voice resounded louder and louder as he approached the room at the end of the second floor corridor. He stopped in front of the door, hesitantly reaching out for the knob with trembling hands. Despite his sophisticated look, fear still resided in his heart, and the mysterious voice calling his name repeatedly only served to heighten his fear.
When he finally opened the door, he sighed in relief as he saw a boy with a familiar tuft of golden hair sitting on the bed, smiling. 'Thank god it's just Nagisa…'
"What are you doing here, Nagisa-kun? And where is this place?"
Nagisa only remained silent and stood up to walk towards Rei. He grabbed Rei's hand harshly and pulled the blue-haired boy to the bed. The taller boy was pushed down roughly -his head cushioned by the fluffy pillows and the firm mattress- and Nagisa immediately straddled him in a position akin to the one they were in yesterday.
Speaking of yesterday, Rei recalled the kiss they had shared. It had been bugging him the whole night, and he was desperate to ask whether or not it was accidental and was there a different meaning to it. Sure, Nagisa had pecked him on the cheeks a few times when he was excited about something (completely platonic, or so Rei had thought), but a kiss on the lips –according to the body language books he had frantically read in his panic yesterday- was a symbol of love and affection.
Rei opened his mouth to ask only to find himself unable to speak, almost as if his voice had been taken away.
Nagisa, who had by now worn a wicked smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes, ran his long fingers along Rei's jaw, brushing lightly over his lips, then moving down to trace his Adam's apple and stopped to hover above his collarbones. The light caresses left tingling subdued sensations in its trail and Rei was almost 87% sure that his touch receptors were strangely getting more and more sensitive with each passing second.
'Something is definitely wrong.' Rei's gears in his mind turned viciously, trying to search for any explanation the current situation. 'Nagisa-kun would never do something like this. Is he drunk? No, he's not one to be drinking alcohol… Could it be that he was possessed by a lecherous spiritual entity?!'
Rei's inner monologue was cut short when Nagisa took off his red-rimmed glasses and set them on the nightstand. He struggled to break free and escape from this seemingly possessed Nagisa's captivity, but the current Nagisa was strong; too strong, even. The blonde boy continued his ministrations on his prey; unbuttoning Rei's blue shirt and running cool fingers over his torso, pinkish eyes darkened with lust. Rei's breaths started coming out in short pants, his heart pumping at a maddeningly fast pace with each fleeting touches Nagisa' fingers left on his body. Something was stirring to life down under.
"Shhh, Rei-chan. I'll make you feel good."
Nagisa leaned over to whisper seductively into his ear, licking the shell of his earlobe then blowing softly, and Rei gasped. Forcing himself to avoid Nagisa's piercing stare (and thinking 'why the heck was he so sexy licking his lips like that?!'), Rei closed his eyes, feeling every bones and fiber in his body melting under the smaller one's touch. The moments that followed were recorded as a huge jumbled mess in Rei's mind as he experienced pleasure of a terrifying degree, his rational thinking clouded and hazed by with desire.
Somehow, at some point, Rei had responded towards Nagisa's seductive caresses positively and soon he turned the tables. He rolled them over so that he was on top of the currently breathless blonde boy and returned the favour, relishing in the feeling of soft skin shivering and tensing when he brushed over the sensitive pressure points.
Rei was desperate for more, but for once in his life, he felt clueless. 'I know how it works between heterosexual couples but this… how should I continue?!'
"Rei-chan… Aahnn.. Give me… m-more.."
Nagisa was writhing underneath him; face flushed, half-lidded eyes glazing with tears of pleasure and a thin line of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he had forgotten how to swallow, and the usual Rei would have been disgusted by this sight that was, of course, not beautiful at all. On the contrary, he was getting more excited and enticed; pants getting impossibly tighter and uncomfortable.
"Hurry, Rei-chan… Hold me."
Hearing the softly uttered wanton request, Rei stopped hesitating and proceeded to experimentally grind his hips against Nagisa's, earning him a loud moan from the other. He took the liberty to interpret the moan as a green light (and that he was doing this the right way) and placed his hands underneath Nagisa's thighs, lifting and wrapping the long slender limbs around his waist. By now, all coherent thoughts and questions had left Rei's mind; no longer was he worried about how he had arrived at the foreign house in the first place, why was Nagisa acting so lewd and goddamn sexy or why were they engaging in an act only lovers were meant to do. All he could think about was how perfectly compatible their bodies were and god, he needed more of this, needed more of Nagisa so so bad.
Nagisa reciprocated to the increased pace; lifting up his hips in tandem to meet Rei's fervent thrusts. He had already been reduced to a sweaty, panting and moaning mess, and Rei had completely forgotten all the reasons as to why he was feverishly humping Nagisa, of all people.
Rei was pretty sure that by the time he regained his voice, he could only produce animalistic grunts, pathetic whimpers and lustful moans. The bed ('Whose bed was it?', Rei wondered) creaked under their bodies with each frenzy thrust and the headboard produced an obscenely loud repetitive sound upon contact with the wall. The friction of their clothed erections was too much, and the pleasure and warmth building up within him finally overflowed. Rei gave one particularly hard grind, rolling his hips just right before coming with a loud cry and collapsing onto Nagisa, whose sounds of ecstasy, tightening legs around Rei's waist and beautifully arched back indicated that he had reached his completion as well.
"Rei-chan… Kiss me." Nagisa pleaded breathlessly.
One trembling hand reached up to stroke Rei's cheek tenderly, and the way Nagisa was staring at him so lovingly was almost unbearable. He leaned down to plant a warm kiss on the blonde boy's inviting lips, and since this time the kiss was of his own accord (unlike the forced one he had yesterday), Rei closed his eyes to savour the moment, feeling Nagisa's lips curl into a small satisfied smile.
When Rei opened his eyes, he found himself staring at his own bedroom's ceiling, and he blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Nagisa was nowhere to be seen; vanished into thin air as if he was merely a figment of Rei's wildest imaginations. He looked at the deformed black pillow lying next to him. Its shape was bent at funny angles, almost as if it had been crushed by a heavy weight or hugged very very tightly by another person.
The uncomfortable wet and sticky sensations at his nether regions confirmed his suspicions. Rei's violet eyes widened considerably as the truth dawned upon him.
'Did I just have a wet dream about Nagisa?!'
Nagisa was uncharacteristically less talkative early that morning, but immediately returned to his usual self after sensing the awkward situation. At least he was still in a much better state than Rei; the poor boy had noticeable dark circles under his eyes –concrete evidence of his inability to fall back asleep after the disturbing dream he had- and even his crimson-rimmed spectacles could not fully hide them.
He had spent a good portion of the night pondering on the reasons that led towards him dreaming about that, but he was unable to come up with any tolerable explanations. He recalled reading somewhere that wet dreams usually involve people whom one hold a strong desire for, and boys would commonly dream of their crushes or idolized celebrities.
'So does this mean that… I'm unconsciously yearning for him?' Rei casted a side glance to look at the breaststroke swimmer who was showing no signs of shutting up, muttering animatedly about the delicious yakitori he had last night. Rei sighed and adjusted his glasses, though they were not threatening to slip or anything. The best way to settle this issue that was continuously bugging him was probably to confront the cause of it all.
"Nagisa-kun, we need to talk."
"But we are talking, Rei-chan."
"No, as in we need to really talk. A meaningful talk. A discussion, of some sort."
Nagisa paused in his tracks to turn and look at Rei; his eyes did not hesitate to flash a hint of hurt. Did Rei-chan think that all the talking they were doing up to this point meaningless?
"Okay, I'm all ears. What do you want to talk about?"
Rei didn't expect Nagisa to agree so wholeheartedly to the idea of talking about serious matters for once, but he cleared his throat and said what was on his mind anyway.
"Yesterday, we… you know, k-kissed."
Nagisa flinched at the mention of the kiss. He did not regret it (how can he when Rei-chan's lips were even softer than he had imagined), but now he was afraid of the consequences of his reckless action. 'So I was right… Rei-chan is bothered by the kiss.'
"Mm-hmm. What about it?" He clutched his bag tighter, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage. Though he tried to appear nonchalant and unbothered, deep down inside, Nagisa was utterly scared. He was frightened that this would be the end, feared that Rei-chan was going to cut all ties with him.
Was it a mistake?
"You see, I just… I want to know. Why did you do that?"
Nagisa gulped nervously and fiddled with his watch, taking one glance at the time and noting that they still had around 15 minutes before school starts. He had wanted to avoid discussing the matter altogether, but judging from the determined expression Rei-chan was wearing right now, it was clear that Rei-chan would not let go of the topic until he was satisfied with the answer: an answer that Nagisa could not provide.
"I just thought that your lips looked really soft, like a girl's!"
The real reason behind the kiss was simple: he just wanted to. In any case, it was absolutely normal to want to kiss the person you're in love with, right? Nevertheless, the answer he gave was true, too. Those pinkish lips did look tempting and inviting.
"Then, are you saying that you would go around kissing any lips that looked soft?"
Nagisa's eyes widened upon hearing the question. Was Rei-chan implying that he was a Casanova?!
"What? No no no, it's just you Rei-chan!" He flailed his arms in front of him in a panicked gesture, shaking his head vigorously to further emphasize his denial.
"Why is it only me?" Rei pressed on; curiousity getting the better of him.
It was apparent that Nagisa was struggling to come up with a proper reply because he fidgeted and tore his eyes away from Rei's burning gaze; an action he would make only at times when he was hesitating in his words. He contemplated: Should he confess right away and tell Rei-chan that the kiss was a proof of his love, or shouldn't he?
"Because you're… special. It wouldn't feel right with other people." It was more of a neutral answer, but Nagisa couldn't help the loud thundering heartbeat of his as he waited for any signs of discomfort or disapproval from Rei. There was nothing in Rei's expression that could give away what his actual feelings were, except for the faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
"..glad."
Rei's reply came out mumbled and sounded more like a grumble, so Nagisa had to ask Rei to repeat, which he did, albeit half-heartedly.
"I'm glad that… you know… it's just me." Rei said it louder and clearer this time. He scoffed, pushed his glasses (with a shaky hand) and started walking towards school at an abnormally fast pace, leaving behind a furiously blushing Nagisa.
After recovering from the momentary shock (honestly, he did not expect Rei's words at all), Nagisa wasted no time and ran forward to catch up, glomping the azure haired boy from behind with a screeching "Rei-chaaaaan!".
That morning, Rei learnt that walking 3km from the train station to school with a fully grown person latching onto you throughout the whole journey is a difficult task and, not to mention, embarrassing. But he endured it anyway, because the beaming smile Nagisa had plastered on his face was worth all the trouble.
Well, at least he got his answer, for now. He'd still have to find a way to calm his racing heart and stop remembering the dream he had, though.
Miraculously, they managed to arrive at school on time even though the painstaking journey of dragging a clingy Nagisa along had slowed them down a bit. A few hundred meters before they approached the school compound, Nagisa had reluctantly detached himself from his vice grip on Rei and walked beside him instead. Sure, he wanted to label Rei as his and openly display his devoted affection, but he didn't want Rei-chan to be uncomfortable under their schoolmates' judgmental gazes.
"Rei-chan, go ahead to class first, okay? I think I need to take a dump."
Before Rei even got the chance to nag at Nagisa to stop being so straightforward about everything and be more subtle about his personal matters, the boy had already dumped his bag onto Rei's unwilling hands and scurried to the nearest washroom. Sighing tiredly, Rei trudged on to their classroom on the second floor, slinging Nagisa's orange backpack onto his green one and only noticing how unbelievably light the bag was compared to his.
'Seriously, what does this guy bring to school, anyway? Did he leave all of his books in the class locker? That means he never does his homework...'
It was not a surprising fact, actually, considering that the jubilant blonde always borrowed his homework and assignments the day (and sometimes, on more severe occasions, a few hours) before the deadline, using a lame excuse of wanting to 'compare the answers'. Rei was reminded of the History handouts he had lent to Nagisa that were yet to be returned and approached the table to drop Nagisa's bag, when suddenly something caught his eyes.
There were words scribbled on Nagisa's table in varying handwritings (which were most definitely not Nagisa's, because the boy's handwriting was almost unintelligible), some written in bold using permanent markers, some less visible as the chalk dust had worn off.
The fact that the table's surface was fully covered in these words was much less shocking than the meaning that these words carried. Upon closer inspection, Rei found that they were insults; menacing remarks and hurtful curse words guaranteed to turn even the most beautiful smile into a sad scowl. The words overlapped each other, but he could still make out a few.
'ANNOYING BASTARD'
'Go kill yourself, stupid!'
'FAKE'
'I HATE YOU'
'FAG'
Rei felt his heart clench painfully as he read the offensive insults. Were these really directed to Nagisa? To Hazuki Nagisa, who was always so cheerful, likeable and adored by many for his friendly personality? It all seemed so surreal, because as far as he had known from sociological theories, these name-calling and intense hatred could only blossom from an action the person had done previously; something that could spark hate and loathing.
Rei noticed that his hands were already curling into fists as he tried to regain his composure. The throbbing pain in his chest had yet to subside. Well, it certainly felt as if he was the one getting insulted.
'What on earth did Nagisa-kun do to deserve this?'
A/N: Oh god I fail badly at writing steamy scenes. Sorry if it made you cringe in horror or anything. Some angst is coming soon, but I promise it'll end on a happy note! I think you can guess who was behind all the insults? *hint* revenge *hint* Hope you'll continue reading~ Reviews are welcomed :)