Dreaming Blood [Oneshot] - Part 1

[h_itoshi]

Title: Dreaming Blood
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairing(s): Fujigaya/Nikaido/Senga, Nikaido/Senga
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light d/s, voyeurism and knifeplay
Wordcount: 12002 (Split into two parts)
Notes: I've been writing this since like... August last year. To explain the length. It was all self-indulgent never to be posted crack to begin with, but then someone wanted porn. And feelings. And so it pretty much ranges in genre from crack to porn to fluff. Set after this.
Summary: Nikaido's plan is simple. It revolves around letting Senga live a small part of his sadistic dream, which would consist of watching Nikaido and Fujigaya. And then, he'll fall madly in love with Nikaido.

 

He's not stupid. He just really likes Nikaido. And his attempts to be secretive.

"Kenpi, come over to Mitsu's tonight, it'll be fun." He cooes as if Senga didn't read his text to Kitayama saying 'We need to get Kento drunk, he's hiding something' over his shoulder yesterday.

So he just laughs at Nikaido's stupidity and says yes okay against his better judgement, thinking that Nikaido will forget anyway. He normally does.

What Senga is hiding probably isn't such a big deal, really. He's the baby of the group and he had a wet dream about some other members, so what. Only that this dream was sadistic and dirty and so fucking hot that there are some things he can't see or hear without blushing.

Like he can't listen to Kitayama's eating sounds. Or see a glimpse of Tamamori's bare back. Or look at Nikaido after dance practice when he's all flushed and his hair is wispy. And Fujigaya, he can't look at at all.

He supposes it could be worse, but it's starting to be a disturbance at work that he can't say a word to Fujigaya without flushing bright red, and hence avoids him.

Nikaido's tried everything to get it out of him. Threats, tickling, pouting, bribes, and even the ignorance technique. But Senga just brushes it off with a giggle and tells him it's nothing, nothing.

The others have tried too, but Nikaido's been the most persistent.

So that's how he finds himself on Kitayama's doorstep, getting a beer shoved at him before the door is even closed.

“Ken-chan, welcome!” Kitayama shouts from somewhere inside, and Nikaido smirks like the cheshire cat as he waits impatiently for Senga to take off his shoes and jacket.

“We've been waiting for you Kenpi.” He says in a tone that is probably supposed to be innocent but Nikaido can't seem to keep the grin of his face.

“.... Nika, what are you planning exactly?” Senga asks suspiciously, starting to feel a bit apprehensive as he hears a yelp and then laughter from several people from inside. “Who are even here?”

“Take it easy, it's just us.” Nikaido's grin fades into a smile when he notices Senga's tension. “And I'm not planning anything except getting you drunk. Come on.”

He leads Senga into Kitayama's living room, where they find half their group on the floor watching a KAT-TUN DVD and laughing hysterically. Kitayama is almost doubled over as Tamamori yells at Miyata as usual; by the looks of it, he spilled something on Tamamori's leg.

“What's going on here?” Senga asks and sits down on a pillow on the floor next to Miyata, silently grateful Fujigaya doesn't seem to be here.

“Hi Ken-chan!” Miyata greets him happily. “We were playing the KAT-TUN drinking game, but then Tama-chan got upset about the rules.”

Senga had no idea there was a KAT-TUN drinking game, and raises his eyebrows in question as Nikaido sits next to him and makes him open his beer. “... What are the rules?”

“There is one for each member.” Kitayama manages, still trying to calm his breathing. “The most common is you drink when Kamenashi's a slut.”

“And we're not all agreeing on when he's a slut and when he's hot.” Nikaido fills in as Tamamori grumbles something. “And there's a shot everytime one of us is on screen. Two if it's yourself.”

“... You guys are quite drunk right?” Senga asks and sips his beer, not really able to hide his amusement at Tamamori's pink cheeks and Kitayama's never-ending laughter.

“Only a little.” Miyata smiles and then explains the further rules of the drinking game they've invented, including rules like “When Koki makes a suggestive face” and “When Nakamaru hits a note perfectly”, and Senga's hardly seen three songs before he's drunk. And then there's Kamenashi's solo where they all backdance, and suddenly he's sitting there leaning on Nikaido's shoulder and giggling as hopelessly as Kitayama.

“What the hell guys.” Comes a voice Senga knows too well from the doorway, and he freezes.

Fujigaya has his arms crossed and looks at them with superiority. And fucking hell he wears a red shirt. “You have no right to get drunk without me!”

“That's what you get for being late!” Kitayama yells, happily raising his drink to Fujigaya. “Where's Watta?”

“I tried and tried. He claims he had a date but I just think he doesn't like us anymore.” Fujigaya pouts as he approaches, and Senga holds his breath, looking at anything but Fujigaya's face.

“Aww, you give him too little credit.” Miyata says gently.

“Meh. He loves me the most anyway.” Fujigaya says, stopping in the space between Kitayama and Nikaido. He gently kicks Nikaido's thigh to make him move. “Hey, scoot over.”

And Senga gasps so audibly everyone turns to look at him.

 

Nikaido turns to stare at Senga, and watches his cheeks go from pale to bright red as he stares at Fujigaya's leg with round, wide eyes. Something about what Fujigaya just did was spot on Senga's secret, but he can't for his life figure out which part of him being kicked that could be so freaking secret.

Fujigaya frowns and looks down at Senga, obviously misunderstanding. “What? I didn't even kick him hard?”

Then Fujigaya actually looks at him, and he says something Nikaido would never have dared.

“Damn Ken-chan you look... horny.”

Trust Fujigaya to drop such comments even relatively sober, and Senga's blush deepens.

“Just spit it Kento, what the hell is this about?” Nikaido says, tone a bit annoyed, and Miyata discreetly pauses the DVD.

They've been speculating all week behind Senga's back, about everything from a crush to a disease to him finally having been broken down by Fujigaya's bitchiness.

“I... eh...” Senga looks around, his eyes glossy and cheeks red, and drunk looks so good on him, Nikaido thinks. “I...”

“Yeah, you?” Fujigaya encourages impatiently as he sits down.

Senga groans and hides his face in his hands. “I had a... dream.”

They all exchange looks, Tamamori seeming out of it, but Kitayama raises an eyebrow and Miyata tilts his head.

“... What kind of dream Kento?” Kitayama asks, interested.

“A... wet dream.”

His voice is quiet, but they all hear and Nikaido feels intrigued. Yeah so, they've all had wet dreams sometime, right?

“About?” Fujigaya asks suspiciously.

“About you. And Mitsu, and Tama, and Nika.” Senga gives in, but he doesn't lift his face.

Nikaido feels his stomach make a flip and he doesn't know what to think. He's flattered, interested, disgusted, and most of all, curious. What could Senga have dreamt about him?

“All of us?” Kitayama raises his eyebrows and leans forward a bit, enthusiastic. “Like an orgy?”

“No!” Senga lifts his face with a pained expression, not looking anyone in the eye. “Worse.”

“What the hell is worse than a gay orgy with your friends?!” Fujigaya asks, seeming mortified and fascinated at the same time.

“It was...” Senga starts, then swallows and quiets.

“What was it Kento?” Nikaido encourages, thinking they probably shouldn't have given Senga that last shot, he gets so sensitive when he passes a certain amount of alcohol in his blood.

“... Sadistic.” He mutters, hiding his face back in his hands again.

“Wow.” Kitayama smirks, nudging Tamamori to make sure he's attentive, and he looks up. “What happened? What did you do?”

“You're way too interested in this for my comfort.” Fujigaya makes a face, and Miyata chuckles. Nikaido pats Senga's back. “Hey. You can tell us, it's okay.”

“I didn't do anything. We were all chained up.” Senga mutters after a moment, and Nikaido suddenly feels a little hot, not sure whether it's embarrassment or arousal.

“Kinky.” Miyata comments with a smile too innocent for his words.

“... Then how is it sadistic?” Tamamori asks, and everyone, even Senga, looks surprised that he actually follows the conversation.

“... Gaya... Did things. To each of us.” Senga mutters, seeming to have gotten past the limit of worst possible embarrassment.

Fujigaya gapes at that, for once struck speechless.

“Gaya did?” Kitayama asks incredulously. “What did he do? What did he do to me?”

Senga whines and hides his face on Nikaido's shoulder. Nikaido can feel through his T-shirt how hot Senga's cheeks are, but he's dying to know too, so he gently pushes him off.

“Well?” Kitayama asks, seeming excited rather than bothered.

“He... poured candle wax on you.” Senga says quietly, and looks at the floor. “You wore a kimono.”

Kitayama's eyes widen and he glances at Fujigaya, who looks just as shocked as he looks back. “... Wow. Did I like it?”

“Yes.” Senga mumbles, hardly audible anymore. “He pulled your hair a lot too. You were... pretty desperate.”

Nikaido looks at Senga while he talks, feeling like this is someone he doesn't know speaking. It's a whole new side of Senga he had no idea existed.

“Hmm.” Kitayama mumbles, and he looks between Senga and Fujigaya with a small smirk. “I do like having my hair pulled. ... Was it hot?”

“Yeah.” Senga's voice is hardly a whisper, but Nikaido's close enough to see a spark of heat in his eyes, and as much as he can't quite imagine the real Kitayama and Fujigaya together at all, the image is pretty appealing.

“What about the rest? What about Tama?” Kitayama continues, and now both Tamamori and Miyata straighten to listen.

“... He whipped him. With a belt.” Senga mutters, still making sure he's not looking at anyone.

Tamamori's eyes widen while Miyata purses his lips in thought.

“Damn.” Miyata gets out and glances at Tamamori.

“Sounds... painful.” Tamamori comments thoughtfully.

“He tried to make you scream.” Senga says, and his voice is getting a little more confident.

Fujigaya just looks in disbelief at this whole thing.

“... What about me?” Nikaido asks finally, he can't hold himself anymore. The desire to know is stronger than the slight fear of what it could have been.

Senga swallows hard. “I... Nika...”

“What? It can't be worse than them?” Nikaido asks, nodding at Kitayama and Tamamori, but his heart is pounding fast with adrenaline.

“He... blindfolded you and carved his name into your chest with a knife.” Senga says quickly. “And licked at your piercing.”

Nikaido automatically raises a hand to his chest, feeling his unmarked skin. “... Kento that is sick.”

But his voice doesn't come out as accusing, more surprised, almost impressed.

“You all loved it.” Senga defends himself, still looking down. “I was so surprised that you got off on it, until...”

Miyata catches on the fastest. “What did he do to you?”

“.... Burnt me with a cigarette.” Senga winces. “And... made me blow him.”

Fujigaya lets out a small non-committal sound, and Nikaido feels a little surge of jealousy.

“Well...” It's Miyata who speaks first, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I understand why you've been blushing about it.”

“Yeah that is... Sounds... Graphic.” Tamamori frowns, as if considering his words very carefully, and it's almost cute.
But Nikaido can't focus on anything but Senga's face, amazed at what that mind could conjure up, and he can't help but wonder if Senga likes that kind of stuff for real or if it was only a dream.

“Wish I could dream like that, would save me a lot of work.” Kitayama shrugs, ignoring Fujigaya's indignant noise. “Ken-chan, it's okay, no need to be embarrassed. It was just a dream.”

“Yeah, don't feel ashamed, it's not like it happened for real.” Miyata adds.

Senga hesitantly looks up, eyes abashed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tamamori agrees, focus moved to a can of cider he just found behind him.

“And it's not like it's gonna happen either, so you can look us in the eyes now.” Kitayama smirks.

But Nikaido sees the little spark in Senga's eyes. Nikaido might not be the smartest guy, but he knows his best friend, and he can see that Senga kind of wanted it to happen for real. At least a small part of him.

He turns to look at Fujigaya, who's been contributing uncharacteristically little to this discussion. There's a thoughtful look on his face, that vanishes quickly when he notices Nikaido's look. “What?”

“Nothing.” Nikaido smirks, but he's already gotten an idea and he's not letting it go.

Later that night, when he's curled up with Senga on a futon in Kitayama's living room, he asks Senga to tell him more about the dream.

 

The difficult part of Nikaido's plan is to get Fujigaya into it. He's fairly certain that he wouldn't mind, but Fujigaya's practically impossible to seduce even if he wants it. Nikaido's thought long and hard about how to approach it, but he's not normally the subtle one. Senga's the one who understands moods and feelings and persuasion and stuff. And he can't ask for Senga's help with this, not when it's a surprise for him. Nikaido frowns at his own thoughts where he sits on a backstage couch in a sparkly costume with Senga's head leaning on his shoulder. When saying 'surprise', it sounds like cake and balloons and not like... knives and blindfolds.

His plan is simple. It revolves around letting Senga live a small part of his dream, which would consist of watching Nikaido and Fujigaya. And then, he'll fall madly in love with Nikaido. It's fucking bulletproof.

“Nika?” A half concerned, half amused voice reaches his ears and he looks up at Miyata. “What did you do?”

“What?” Nikaido asks, quickly replaying the afternoon in his head in case he did something really stupid, but he can't think of anything.

“You look so smug.” Miyata laughs and then nods at Senga, who's sleeping peacefully on Nikaido's shoulder. “You drugged him or something?”

Nikaido wants to roll his eyes, but he glances down at Senga's curly hair and can't help but smile. “Nope. He just doesn't sleep well at night right now.”

“Bad dreams has he?” Fujigaya walks in with a mocking smile, and Nikaido frowns at him.

The rest of the group follows though, so he doesn't get to say something back. Kitayama easily sprawls on the couch next to Senga and leans his head on Senga's thigh, while Tamamori and Yokoo are clearly busy discussing something about vacuum cleaners.

They're waiting for their cue, just a short performance for TV, but it's still a performance, and they're all sparkled up.

Nikaido eyes Fujigaya slowly, considering when his defences may be at their lowest, but it's hard to tell. Fujigaya's one of those deep guys who feels a lot, and acts thereafter. Kind of like a girl with PMS.

“Gaya?” Nikaido hears himself asking, and he's not quite sure when his mind decided that he should just go for it.

Fujigaya turns to him, an eyebrow raised in question. “Yeah?”

But Nikaido doesn't get to voice whatever it was he'd planned to say, since a staff girl enters the backstage room and tells them to get ready.

 

After they all stumble off stage, high on fangirl screams and cameras, Fujigaya surprises Nikaido by grabbing his arm and falling behind the others a bit.

“Hey.” He says, voice a little breathy from dancing and some sweaty strands on his temples from stage lights. “You wanted to say something?”

“Ehm, yeah, right.” Nikaido says, a bit surprised. But then again, Fujigaya's always considerably nicer after having a three digit number of girls scream his name.

Fujigaya looks at him expectantly while stripping off his blue sequin jacket.

Nikaido takes a breath, considering how to say this, but then concert adrenaline takes over. “Would you fuck me?”

Fujigaya stops mid-step to turn and stare at him, jaw dropping, and he looks so ridiculous Nikaido has to bite back a laugh. “... Excuse me!?”

“You heard right.” Nikaido says, trying for serious as he stops too.

“... But...” Fujigaya frowns, like there's something he really can't wrap his head around. “Why? Everyone knows you're all about Senga?”

Nikaido instantly blushes and it's his turn to look stupid. “... Is it that obvious?”

Fujigaya shrugs, but still looks thoughtful. “... Then... why me?”

Nikaido breathes a sigh, figuring he's already been robbed of his pride. “You know that dirty dream he had? I figured we could try that. You seemed up for it, I saw your look that night.”

Fujigaya bites his lip, more like he was afraid that was Nikaido's intention than being surprised about it. “Nika, I... Don't think I can do that.”

“Why not?” Nikaido suddenly feels something cold grab his insides, because what if Fujigaya really says no? He hadn't even considered that possibility.

“I... Are you even sure you want to?” Fujigaya asks uncertainly, voice lowered.

“Yes.” Nikaido assures, because if there's one thing he's certain of, it's that he really wants to try.

“I... I'm not sure I can do it.” Fujigaya admits slowly, and Nikaido smiles, because that is something that could easily be worked up to. “If I can be that person.”

“Do you want to try?” Nikaido can't keep the smile of his face, because he already knows the answer.

 

It was all pretty odd to begin with. The fact that Fujigaya was there, for starters. Nikaido didn't normally invite Fujigaya to something like a movie night, and especially not when no other members beside Senga himself were invited. Nikaido had also bothered with dinner, which was even odder, since he would normally go about as far as to buy take-away when Senga came over, or just heat some food from the freezer.

Also, there was wine for dinner. In a way, it was almost like a date, except there were three of them and they were all laughing and having fun, getting to actually talk to each other in a way they never did at work.

It was so nice, the wine and talking to Fujigaya, that Senga didn't even reflect upon the fact that Nikaido didn't say a single teasing thing to Fujigaya. Which should really have been the biggest alarm clock to go off in Senga's head, but somehow it was distracted. It had felt a little awkward at first when Fujigaya arrived, but Senga's embarrassment had quickly faded in favour of having some fun bonding time.

Even the movie choice was quite a step from their ordinary movies, some American action film that none of them really paid attention to. There was more wine, and when they were out of that, Nikaido brandished some stronger stuff with a smug smile. That was probably when Senga started to wonder what Nikaido was up to, but he drank anyway, laughing at the ridiculous fighting scenes with Fujigaya.

Then, the movie ended, and suddenly Senga found himself dragged by a smiling Nikaido into the bedroom, Fujigaya following quietly.

And now here he is, in a chair in Nikaido's bedroom, a spot on his neck tingling after Fujigaya'd briefly pressed his lips against it while Nikaido's hot breath in his ear offered him to sit and enjoy. They'd both left him at the same time, and he really had no choice but to sit down as his legs couldn't really bear him.

Nikaido backs a few steps to sit on his bed, and reaches out for Fujigaya when he slowly approaches, grabbing him by his beltloops and tugging him closer.

Senga stares, mouth hanging open in disbelief, wondering if he was really too drunk and feel asleep into a new dream.

But the scene before him is so real. The rustling of Nikaido's sheets as he shifts on them. Fujigaya's breathing as Nikaido's hands travel to his hips and slips under the fabric of his black shirt. Nikaido's face as he looks up at Senga and can't quite hide his smile.

Then Fujigaya's hand drops to Nikaido's hair, fingers twisting in the dark strands as he tilts Nikaido's head up for a kiss. It takes Fujigaya around five seconds to get Nikaido's lips to part, a faint sound escaping Nikaido as their tongues brush.

Senga's cheeks are burning as he watches the kiss get messy, and he almost wants to look away but he physically can't, every small flash of tongue sending heat through him. Without breaking the kiss, Fujigaya kneels on the bed over Nikaido's lap and pushes him backwards to lie down.

Senga unconsciously shifts to get a better view, his erection already straining against his jeans as he watches Nikaido fall softly onto the sheets, hair spreading around his head and eyes slowly opening as Fujigaya withdraws from the kiss, leaving them both breathing hard.

They look at each other for a few seconds, seeming to communicate about something Senga doesn't understand. He can only look and curl his fingers against his jeans in want as Fujigaya leans down to capture Nikaido's lips again, hands moving to grasp Nikaido's wrists and he holds them loosely against the bed.

Nikaido makes a noise that sounds like pleasant surprise, and Fujigaya's mouth moves down from Nikaido's lips to trace his throat.

Senga bites his own lip and suddenly realizes he's tense all over. He forces his limbs to relax before he comes all over himself.

Nikaido's not making it easier for him to stay calm, his back suddenly arching and a gasp tumbles over his lips when Fujigaya bites at his collarbone.

Senga lets a quiet whine out, but neither of them hear it, too engaged in each other, and Senga's entirely fine with that.

Fujigaya looks up at Nikaido's face, his eyes calculating under the dark bangs falling in them. Nikaido's own eyes are closed and his breathing elevated, but as Fujigaya sits back, he opens his eyes slowly to see what's going on.

Senga's mouth falls open in disbelief when Fujigaya slowly undoes the knot of his black tie, seductively pulling it from around his neck with a soft sound of silky fabric against cotton, and Senga hears Nikaido's breath catch.

The corner of Fujigaya's mouth curls into a small smirk when he hears it too, and he looks so dead sexy Senga doesn't know what to do with himself.

Slowly Fujigaya curls a hand behind Nikaido's neck to pull him up into a position where he can lean on his elbows, and then slides the tie over Nikaido's eyes, fingertips fleetingly caressing Nikaido's cheekbone as they pass.

He ties the knot carefully, and then leans back to look at Nikaido, fingers almost unconsciously tracing Nikaido's neck and down his chest as he withdraws.

Nikaido's breathing is shallow, lips slightly parted, and if he'd looked good in Senga's dream, it's nothing compared to what he looks like for real.

His hair falls softly over the fabric, onto his lightly pink cheeks, and Fujigaya strokes it away, fingertips following Nikaido's temple and down to his lips, lingering with his index finger until Nikaido's tongue flick out to touch it.

Fujigaya gasps, mostly in surprise, but his eyes are hooded as he strokes Nikaido's lip with his slick finger before withdrawing his hand. Instead he settles more comfortably and sets a hand against Nikaido's chest to push him back into a lying position.

Nikaido falls onto his back with a small sound, and Fujigaya leans over him, just looking, seeming to consider where to start.

Senga's watching so closely he's afraid to even blink, wishing he could take a picture of this moment and keep it for eternity, trying to etch it onto his brain. Nikaido blindfolded on his back, lips swollen and shiny, and Fujigaya leaning over him, hair falling over his flushed cheeks, a small mischievous grin on his lips.

Fujigaya leans down closer, placing excruciatingly light kisses on Nikaido's cheek, before slowly trailing down his jaw to whisper something in his ear that has Nikaido shivering and Senga dying to know what it is.

Fujigaya sits back again, hand dropping to Nikaido's clothed chest, where it splays out to take in the heat of his skin through the fabric. His fingers find the first button of Nikaido's simple navy shirt and starts undressing him, slowly enough that Senga feels himself aching to see another few square inches of skin.

Nikaido hardly seems unaffected, squirming as his breathing increases in speed and he tries to make Fujigaya go faster without having to beg for it.

Senga's flushing hot when he thinks of the possibility of Nikaido actually begging, but then he sees a small sparkle against Nikaido's skin when another button falls open, and Senga thinks he might faint.

Fujigaya seems pleased as he sees the piercing, a barbell in silver and black resting against Nikaido's smooth skin. But he doesn't touch it, just continues to unbutton the shirt until it falls apart to each side of Nikaido's torso, revealing his heaving chest. Fujigaya runs his hands along Nikaido's sides, fingers caressing over ribs, and Nikaido arches, his skin looking pale against Fujigaya's hands.

 

Fujigaya throws a glance at Senga, noticing his burning red cheeks and wide eyes, and can't help but smile. He looks down at Nikaido as well, at his exposed skin and heaving breath, and thinks that he could get used to this.

He was apprehensive at first, when he sat down with Nikaido and got the full story, discussed what he was supposed to do. But now, when he has Nikaido writhing beneath him and Senga watching him like he's some kind of god, he likes the power, being the one in full control. He glances at the knife set on the bedspread on his left, and feels a shiver of anticipation run up his spine when the blade catches light. But not yet.

He takes his anticipation out on Nikaido, running nails along his sides hard enough to make him whine, before dropping down onto his elbows, face just above Nikaido's navel. Fujigaya's breath is close enough for Nikaido to feel it, and he starts squirming and clenching his fists to keep his hands from moving. Fujigaya breathes a short laugh against Nikaido's skin at how much he's trying to control himself, and leans down to place a first, careful lick to the piercing.

Even though Nikaido had been expecting it, he lets out an unrestrained moan in surprise, and Fujigaya starts to see the real perks of blindfolds. He gives another small lick, testing, tracing the barbell with the tip of his tongue, and the skin covering the length of it. It feels a bit strange, he can feel the metal underneath the softness of Nikaido's skin, but he likes it.

Nikaido does too, judging by the sounds he makes, small whines and moans that he tries to keep down, and his hands move to Fujigaya's shoulders in lack of another place to put them. Fujigaya's never played with anyone else's piercing like this before, but he finds himself enjoying it, the slight metally taste, the contrast between soft skin and hard silver, and the gorgeous sounds Nikaido makes.

He explores slowly, with soft kisses and licks and suckling, and Nikaido's hands squeezes his shoulders to get rid of some tension. When he takes the end of the barbell between his teeth and tugs, Nikaido's hand fly into his hair and he lets out a sound that even draws a moan from Senga, and Fujigaya can feel Nikaido's erection jump against his collarbone. Fujigaya pulls back, grabbing Nikaido's hand and shoves it from his hair, remembering the arrangement they have.

“Know your place.” He whispers, and it comes out dark and husky and loud in the silence, and Nikaido shivers and clenches his hand again.

Fujigaya pinches one of his nipples hard as punishment, and Nikaido yelps as Fujigaya sits back, Nikaido's legs spread before him. He considers removing the rest of Nikaido's clothes, but figures he likes him half naked. He wears tight pants after all.

He slowly reaches out for the knife, and a sudden wave of doubt rolls over him as he feels the weight of the handle in his hand. He's going to cut Nikaido's skin on purpose. It feels insane when he thinks about it, but then he looks down, at Nikaido's blush going down his chest, tinting his skin a light pink, and Fujigaya stops thinking about it. He slowly moves the knife to his right hand, and he knows Senga's realized what's going to happen when he hears an intake of breath that could as well be orgasmic. He glances at Senga just to make sure, and he's got both hands curled tightly on his thighs, mouth parted and eyes glazed, jerking when he catches Fujigaya's eye.

Fujigaya smiles, he can't help it, and turns back to Nikaido, confidence boosted as he sets the tip of the knife against Nikaido's skin, just at his lowest rib.

Nikaido's breath catches when he feels it, and Fujigaya's not sure if Nikaido can identify the feeling, but he knows what's on the agenda.

The first cut is short and shallow, and Fujigaya marvels at how easy it is to cut through skin, and finds himself wondering if it's as easy splitting tissue. Nikaido's reaction is no more than a surprised gasp, and the thin line of blood seeping up barely forms a drop.

The next cut, slightly above it, is deeper and slower. Nikaido makes some kind of noise between pain and pleasure that seems to surprise even himself, and Fujigaya looks up from the drops of blood forming to see his face. He's frowning and biting his lip, not seeming sure whether he wants Fujigaya to continue or not.

Fujigaya carefully catches the first pearl of blood on his fingertip and doesn't think twice before licking it off, earning a moan from Senga and a warm, tangy taste on his tongue. He leans down, just next to Nikaido's ear.

“Okay?” He asks, knowing as Nikaido's never had this done to him before, he wasn't sure how he'd react.

He feels Nikaido shiver from his breath so close, and then he slowly nods, voice hardly a whisper. “Yes.”

Fujigaya places a soft kiss beneath his ear. “Good. You look hot like this.”

Nikaido gasps, and Fujigaya's not sure whether it's because of the kiss or the words, but it really doesn't matter to him.

He pulls back again, looking down at Nikaido's torso, where the blood from both his cuts is drying already. He's not really sure how much he should do it, but decides that some more should be okay.

Fujigaya bites his lip in concentration as he lifts the knife again, this time hesitating at the skin on Nikaido's stomach, just above the piercing that sparkles in the light. It feels more dangerous to cut here, at the smoother skin, with no protecting ribs underneath, but the thrill of it is more than Fujigaya can deny himself. He presses the tip of the knife gently into Nikaido's skin, breaking it, and then lets the blade slide a longer line across his belly, careful not to go too deep. Hot red blood wells up in its wake, and Nikaido inhales sharply, a whine following his intake of breath.

Fujigaya figures it must hurt more than he intended, but now it's done and he can't undo it. He sets the knife down on the covers, ignoring that the blood on it stains the white sheets, and leans down to lick away some of the blood from Nikaido's wound. It should feel gross, to lick up someone else's blood, but somehow it doesn't, makes Fujigaya want it more just because he shouldn't.

Nikaido groans at the sting of it, twisting fingers in his hair, but he doesn't pull him away, and Fujigaya can't help but smile against his skin.

To Part 2