Dreaming Blood [Oneshot] - Part 2

[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.

 

Senga's biting his lip so hard he's surprised the skin hasn't broken yet, and he can't take his eyes off the pair on the bed. He watches in awe as Fujigaya sits up and licks the blood from his lips, and he can't believe they're doing this for him. Nikaido's a mess on his own bed, panting as his hands move to clutch at the sheets, his facial expression saying he's still in slight pain.

Senga's never thought of him like that before in real life, but right now Nikaido is so fucking hot.

“You're shaking Ken-chan.” Fujigaya's low voice makes Senga turn to look at him so quickly he risks a whiplash injury, and goosebumps crawl all over his skin as he shivers. He vividly remembers his dream-Fujigaya saying those exact words to him and his hips buck involuntarily as he thinks of what followed them. He's also certain that he didn't tell Nikaido that, which means Fujigaya has no idea he just reenacted Senga's dream.

Fujigaya seems to notice his words having too much of an effect on Senga to be just words and he tilts his head curiously, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “What... did I do?”

Senga shivers, and opens his mouth to answer, but what comes out is a moan, and he clenches tighter at his jeans, knuckles white.

Nikaido squirms and makes a sound of neglect where he lies blindfolded on the bed, unable to see what's going on and Senga knows it must frustrate him to no end. That only makes it hotter though.

Fujigaya gives Nikaido a shove without looking that clearly tells him to be quiet, eyes still curiously lingering on Senga. “Tell me Kento. What did I do?”

Senga swallows hard, Fujigaya fits too well into the dominant role and Nikaido too good in the submissive. “You... You said that in my dream.”

He finally manages and fuck even his voice is shaking.

Fujigaya's eyes gleam in understanding and his smile grows, and Senga sees some blood still at the corner of his mouth. A strong urge to lick it away rushes through him and he lets out a small whine, the thought of tasting Nikaido's blood on Fujigaya's lips too dirty for his arousal to handle.

A low laugh comes over Fujigaya's lips and his hand starts stroking Nikaido's thigh almost absentmindedly. “You look ready to explode Kento.”

Senga's ready to agree, his erection hurts and everything feels so good even though he hasn't even been touched.

“Are you gonna last if I fuck him?”

Fujigaya's deep voice along with the little whimper Nikaido let's out at that has Senga detaching a hand from his jeans to press the heel of his hand against his erection, quickly shaking his head as he groans.

“No?” Fujigaya repeats, clearly for Nikaido's sake as he looks down at him, the hand on his thigh lazily making it's way up.

Nikaido makes a sound that has Senga's eyes widening as he realizes Nikaido thinks that's hot, but his surprise is quickly overwhelmed by pleasure as he unzips his pants and gets a hand around his leaking erection.

Fujigaya still smiles as he leans forward to whisper in Nikaido's ear, eyes locked on Senga who couldn't stop the motion of his hand even if he wanted to, trying not to go too fast.

Nikaido moans and arches off the bed and Senga doesn't even have to guess what Fujigaya's telling him when Nikaido tries to reach up and pull the blindfold off, wrist easily caught by Fujigaya.

“No.” Fujigaya says, voice firm as he presses Nikaido's hand to the bed again. “My narrative will have to do.”

Fujigaya leans down even further, lips against Nikaido's ear and a hand settling on his bare chest, and Senga can't even be bothered by the fact that he's getting off while watching two of his groupmates.

“Yes, please.” Nikaido suddenly breathes brokenly, and Fujigaya pulls back with a chuckle, both sounds that makes Senga squeeze his cock harder, releasing a breathy groan.

“You'd like that?” Fujigaya asks and Nikaido nods frantically.

Senga makes a questioning noise, he wants to know, needs to know.

“Why don't you tell him yourself Nika-chan?” Fujigaya leans back, a wolfish grin on his face when Nikaido's cheeks flushes pink.

Senga's eyes are fixed on Nikaido as he obviously struggles with himself, the embarrassment strangely cute in the middle of all this perversion. It takes him a moment to realize Fujigaya's staring at him, and when Senga notices, Fujigaya beckons him over with a curled finger and a wicked smile.

Senga rises and tries not to stumble, his legs not coordinating the way he wants them to.

“Come on Nika-chan. Tell Kento what you want.” Fujigaya says, the words rolling off his tongue like song lyrics, and they muffle the sound of the ungraceful steps Senga has to take to get to the edge of the bed.
“I-” Nikaido starts, but then squirms uncomfortably again, and Senga stares down at him from where he stands right next to him. Fujigaya seems to think that's enough of Nikaido's pride, as he simply lifts his hand and squeezes Nikaido's erection through his pants.

Nikaido throws his head back, words tumbling out of him in a gasp. “Please come on me.”

Senga's eyes widen and he's pretty sure his mouth falls open in shock, his cock twitching as he can't seem to look away from Nikaido's stomach and chest, red lines and dried blood crossing the exposed skin. He shudders as he thinks of smearing the red with white, and he looks at Fujigaya in disbelief.

Fujigaya seems pleased that Senga seeks his permission, because that's what he's doing, and gives an almost regal nod, smile luring at the corner of his mouth.

Senga's hand is shaking as he reaches out to touch Nikaido's skin, and Nikaido jerks in surprise at the unexpected touch, but doesn't seem opposed to it. At all.

Nikaido lets out a low moan as his hand come to life and seeks out Senga's leg, fist clenching around the fabric of his pants.

Senga's so stunned that Nikaido wants this that he forgets to move at all, looking down at the hand that's holding his pants tight.

“Aren't you going to touch yourself Ken-chan? You did so well before.” Fujigaya breaks into his daze and Senga can't wrap his hand around himself fast enough.

It's almost embarrassing how little time it takes him to get to the breaking point, but he can't be bothered by anything as his mind bursts into a scorching orgasm that causes him to almost fall over, and he hears a distant scream that is probably his own.

When he can open his eyes again, he's holding himself up with a hand on the bed just beside Nikaido's arm, his legs are trembling and he has to set down his sticky hand as well to keep them from giving out. His breathing is harsh and he can't remember having such an intense orgasm before in his life.

“You should look Kento. It's pretty.” Fujigaya's voice makes him fight to lift his head, faced with the sight of transparent white splattered across Nikaido's stomach, a streak crossing over onto his arm. It sends an aftershock ripping through Senga's body, strong enough to make him clutch at the sheets with a groan.

“Told you.” He can hear Fujigaya's grin, and then Fujigaya leans forward to stroke a finger through the mess, mixing up the dried blood from the cut above Nikaido's navel.

Senga feels like he might pass out, but he's not even thinking of as much as closing his eyes, too transfixed with the other two.

“Are you happy now Nika?” Fujigaya asks, crawling closer to Nikaido and lets his other fingers join the first one, lightly dragging them through Senga's come and down towards Nikaido's crotch.

Nikaido whines and bucks his hips against nothing and Fujigaya laughs, looking up at Senga with a flicker of something in his eyes that has Senga's blood racing despite having just come.

“No? You're demanding, aren't you?” Fujigaya still looks into Senga's eyes even though his words are directed at Nikaido, and it feels strangely hot. “What do you think I should do with him Ken-chan?”

Senga's breath catches and Nikaido whimpers, the sound so uncharacteristic that Senga has to glance at him. He's biting his lip with clenched fists, one still in Senga's jeans, and it's hot.

All kinds of things crosses Senga's mind, some of them making his cheeks heat up, and the thought of not knowing what Fujigaya's capable of makes it even worse.

“I think...” Senga starts, his breathing still a bit unstable, and Nikaido's hand squeezes tighter at the sound of his voice. “I think you should fuck him.”

It's embarrassing to say the words despite the alcohol in his blood, but the pleased smile Fujigaya gives him makes it worth it, Nikaido's full-body shudder even more so.

“Maybe.” Fujigaya's hand skitters over the outline of Nikaido's erection and down to his thigh, wiping his sticky fingers on Nikaido's pants. Nikaido thrusts against nothing, his moan seeming delayed. “How about that Nika?”

Nikaido nods with a sigh, stretching a little against the sheets, hands easing some of their tension like these are the words of relief he needs to hear.

Fujigaya frowns at that, shifting so that he's kneeling between Nikaido's legs that spread wantonly before him. He grabs Nikaido's thighs and lifts them enough to be able to harshly rake fingernails up the back of them. “I asked you something Nika. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Nikaido hisses, hands abandoning their clutches of fabric to reach for his belt buckle, but Fujigaya's hands easily grabs Nikaido's wrists and pin them to the bed again. “Please.”

“Well then, Ken-chan.” Fujigaya turns to look at Senga, who's pretty much eye level with him and there's too little distance between them for Senga not to look at his lips. “I guess you'd want to sit back and enjoy?”

Senga tears his eyes from Fujigaya's mouth, caught guilty looking as those lips curl into a smile, pink tongue darting out to wet them. He nods and shifts his hands to try and stand properly, but then there's a searing pain in his left palm, and he realizes he set his hand on the knife.

“Ah!” He gasps and lifts his hand to look, and it's only a few centimeters worth of a cut, but it stings like fuck, and suddenly he's even more amazed by what Nikaido's taking for his sake.

Fujigaya raises an eyebrow at him, and he starts unbuckling Nikaido's belt without even looking. Senga blushes despite himself, a sudden urge to lick the blood away passing his mind as Fujigaya looks at him. But he doesn't, only wipes his hand on the sheets since there are already so many stains on them, and crawls onto the bed on the empty side, making himself comfortable, not even bothering to close his pants.

 

Nikaido hears Fujigaya laugh at something and feels the shift of the bed where he figures Senga's settling. Not being able to see is ridiculous, he has no idea what's going on around him and he would have done fucking anything to see Senga's face when he came.

At least he keeps telling himself it's ridiculous.

He wishes he'd known what he got himself into when asking to be blindfolded. The lack of vision heightens all his other senses, he hears breaths and rustles of fabric he wouldn't even think of otherwise, smells the heavy scent of cologne mixed with blood and salt, and he can still taste wine and Fujigaya on his tongue. But worst are the touches, the sensations seem to multiply when they take him by surprise, fingertips on his skin sending fire through him. He's never considered himself sensitive, quite the opposite, but this. This is crazy.

He hisses when Fujigaya unzips his jeans, knuckles brushing Nikaido's erection, a short hot pressure that has him tensing to stop from thrusting up. He hears Fujigaya make a soft amused sound before curling fingers around the waistbands of his jeans and underwear and starts to pull them down, way too slowly.

Fucking Fujigaya. Uncertain whether he could be dominant. Nikaido would punch him straight in the face if this wasn't a game and he really wanted Fujigaya, preferably this instant. It's like he was born to dominate and Nikaido's body is submitting to him without even asking his brain.

He knows Senga likes Fujigaya's dominance, could feel the shivers run over his skin every time Fujigaya spoke, and he's not sure whether to be jealous or agree.

Nikaido whines when his erection is released from its confines, cool air hitting his heated skin and he feels so exposed, almost self-conscious, knowing there are two pairs of eyes that could be looking at him. The worst is not knowing where their attention lies, when they look at him and when they don't, if they even look at him. But then he hears Fujigaya's whispered words repeated in his head, and he feels like someone's watching.“He can't take his eyes off you.”

His clothes are easily tugged the rest of the way off, and then Fujigaya's hand gently touches the inside of Nikaido's thigh, a light pressure to urge Nikaido to spread his legs.

He does, shamelessly, if only because he's so damn hard and he wants to come right now, and he can feel the approval in Fujigaya's touch, hear the heavy intake of breath that is Senga.

It's a strange feeling, lying there naked with no control at all, horrifying but intoxicating at the same time, that he has no idea what's going to happen. He hears the unmistakable sound of a cap being opened and he shivers in anticipation, tries to take deep breaths to relax a little but he can't calm his breathing. There's a shift of the bed, and then slick, cold fingers touch the inside of his thigh, and he jerks in surprise but spreads his legs wider. Then the touch disappears and Fujigaya leans over him, Nikaido can feel his presence and warmth as he holds himself up above him to speak quietly in Nikaido's ear, quiet enough for Senga not to hear.

“You sure this is okay?” He asks softly, and somehow it makes Nikaido want him even more, the reassurance that this really is just Fujigaya, no matter which role he plays.

“Yes.” He breathes, and he hardly recognizes his voice with all the want clouding it, and Fujigaya gently bites at his earlobe as reward before withdrawing, settling between Nikaido's legs again.

The fingers return to the inside of his thigh, trailing up and leaving a cool path in their way. Nikaido expects it, but he can't help but jerk when the first finger brushes his rim, but then tries his best to relax, make this go faster. Fujigaya seems to like teasing, since he just rubs his fingers over the wrinkled skin until Nikaido's ready to beg him to just go on. He whines, pushing back, and Fujigaya finally slips a finger inside him.

Nikaido concentrates so hard to relax his body that he almost misses the sound Senga makes, a small longing noise that sounds closer than he was before. He wants to reach out for Senga, know where he is and what he's doing, but then Fujigaya's pushing a second finger inside him and he can't think of anything else than the heated feeling of anticipation spreading within him, hands clutching at the sheets again to release some tension.

 

Senga watches Fujigaya's fingers easily slip inside Nikaido with his mouth slightly open, breathing elevated. It's too soon for him to get hard again, but he's so fucking turned on he's not sure what to do with himself. Nikaido's face is beautiful, the way he has to breathe through his mouth to get enough oxygen, lips full and shiny from kissing and from worrying them between his teeth, and he frowns in concentration as Fujigaya pushes his fingers deeper inside.

Fujigaya methodically works Nikaido open with a small smile on his lips, like he knows a secret no one else does. Nikaido makes little frustrated sounds with each exhale, not really a definable sound, but there are vocals and they go straight to Senga's cock that's definitely interested, and Senga's eyes keep returning to Nikaido's mouth like some kind of magnetic force pulls him there.

He jumps when he feels a touch to his shoulder, and Fujigaya doesn't bother hiding his smirk as he urges Senga to lean closer, not missing a beat with his fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of Nikaido.

Senga crawls closer, anticipation rushing over his skin as he wonders what Fujigaya wants him to do. Fujigaya raises a hand to Senga's collar and tugs him even closer, and Senga almost expects Fujigaya to kiss him, and finds himself a little disappointed when he doesn't, the hot breath moving to his ear instead.

“Want to add a finger?” Fujigaya mumbles, so quietly Senga hardly hears him over his breath, but it seems his body comprehends before his brain, because when he hears the words he's already shuddering.

“Thought so.” Fujigaya says just a quietly, more of an exhale than actual words, and Senga reaches down a shaky hand to touch Fujigaya's.

Fujigaya shifts a little to make room for Senga next to him without Nikaido noticing, and then pulls his fingers out completely, making Nikaido whine.

“You're so impatient Nika.” Fujigaya says, voice smooth, and it's a distraction technique that seems to work, Nikaido's reaction to his words obvious with the way his erection twitches. Fujigaya takes Senga's hand and tangles his lubed fingers with Senga's, rubbing the gel onto his as well, and then guides both their hands back to where Nikaido's clenching at nothing. “Some anticipation is good for you.”

Nikaido groans, a frustrated, pitying sound that makes Senga want to lean down and press his lips to Nikaido's thigh, comfort him. But then Fujigaya presses his fingers back inside, taking one of Senga's with him, and Senga's mouth falls open on a silent gasp at how hot and tight it is, how Nikaido's body resists the intrusion even though his mind clearly wants it.

It's strangely hot to have Fujigaya's fingers leading him, guiding what to do, because even if Senga's done this on others before, he's never known how someone else does it, especially not Fujigaya, who's clearly more experienced in this area than Senga himself. It's even hotter thinking that Nikaido has seemingly no idea it's not just Fujigaya's fingers inside him.

Fujigaya turns his head just the slightest, and they're close enough to touch, Fujigaya's lips ghosting over Senga's cheek, and it's distracting enough that when Fujigaya curls his fingers and presses hard, Senga's just follow, and Nikaido lets out a choked scream of surprise and pleasure, his whole body tensing.

Senga is so mesmerized with Nikaido's reactions that he hardly notices when Fujigaya tugs their fingers out and places a soft kiss just at the corner of Senga's mouth, and when he tries to turn and meet Fujigaya's lips it's too late.

Fujigaya smirks at Senga's surprise before starting to unbuckle his own pants, finally, and when Senga remembers that no one has touched Fujigaya yet, he really wants to do it, stroke back his hair and wrap fingers around his erection. But he's not sure he's allowed to, not sure what the rules are in this game.

Fujigaya shoves his pants down with a relieved sigh as his eyes falls closed, and Nikaido shifts impatiently at the sound. Senga shamelessly watches as Fujigaya strokes himself a couple times, marveling at how quiet he is despite being hard enough that there's a sheen of precome at the tip, and Senga bites his lip.

Fujigaya's swift when leaning back to grab a condom and the lube, preparing himself with movements that are practiced and fluent, and grabs Nikaido by the hips before positioning himself. Nikaido moans even before the tip of Fujigaya's erection presses against his rim, and arches when he feels it, clutching at the sheets in anticipation, and Senga's not sure where to look, eyes flicking between Nikaido's face and to where Fujigaya keeps himself still just outside his body.

“Ask me for it Nika.” Fujigaya says, and his voice is deep and raspy enough that Senga shudders, his movement imitated by Nikaido.

“Fuck me.” Nikaido manages through his heavy breathing, and Fujigaya makes a disapproving sound. He thrusts forward enough so that only the head of his erection presses inside Nikaido, stretching the muscles in a way that's only frustrating, teasing, and Senga glances at Fujigaya's face and then can't look away.

“I said ask me. Nicely.” Fujigaya says, and he sounds perfectly collected, but he's biting his lip with a small smile, sweat breaking out on his forehead and it has to be torture for him to tease Nikaido this much. Nikaido doesn't know that though, and it's ridiculously hot how he bites his lip, not knowing how long he's going to be kept waiting.

“Please Gaya, please.” Nikaido whines, his voice breaking a little and it's the most submissive Senga's ever heard him, the thought sending a jolt of lust up his spine. “I want you, please.”

Fujigaya seems to think that's good enough and pushes in the whole way with one smooth thrust, causing a sound from Nikaido that's almost a scream.

Senga watches, mesmerized, how Fujigaya's cock pushes inside Nikaido, how Nikaido's body draws him back in over and over again, and he licks his lips and runs fingertips over his own cock that's rapidly hardening again, an urge to try the same thing passing his mind.

Fujigaya moves like it's effortless, and his thrusts forces whimpers out of Nikaido with each breath.

Senga shifts closer unconsciously, and it feels so surreal as he looks at Nikaido, how his face is a perfect mask of pleasure with his open mouth and red cheeks. In a way, Senga would have loved to see his eyes, but at the same time, it's so hot that he can't, that he can only imagine Nikaido's dark eyes fever bright and half closed.

His gaze wanders over Nikaido's skin, looks at the cuts covered in thin strips of coagulated blood, at his come which has dried invisible except for some white lumps that aren't quite dry yet, and the way Nikaido's abs work to push back against Fujigaya. Senga catches movement in the corner of his eyes, and sees Fujigaya let go of Nikaido's hips, setting his hands down on the bed on either side of them instead and then catches Senga's gaze. Senga stares for a moment at how hot he looks, and he's way too distracted by the thought of seeing the two of them kiss again. Then Fujigaya raises an eyebrow at him, before giving a pointed glance to Nikaido's chest, and Senga's breath catches when he understands what he's allowed to do.

He crawls even closer, being careful at first, but then figures Nikaido wouldn't notice a shift on the bed right now if his life depended on it. He leans forward, not even sure where to start, but then sees the glitter on Nikaido's belly and gently reaches down to brush the piercing with his fingers.

Nikaido groans and pushes up, both towards Senga and Fujigaya, and with the choked noise Senga hears Fujigaya try to contain he figures Nikaido must like that. He does it again, touch a little firmer as he runs fingertips over the skin around his navel and over the metal, and this time he can see Nikaido's cock jerk.

He's so hard Senga nearly feels sorry for him, and his moans are turning more into frustrated sobs from being so close, and Senga plays with the thought of leaning down to lick his erection, wants to know what Nikaido tastes like, wants to touch his skin and be the one to make him moan. Senga jumps when he feels a touch to his ear, and hears Fujigaya's breathy laughter as his warm, wet lips run along the shell of Senga's ear. “You get him off okay?”

His voice is a little louder than before, and Senga's sure Nikaido could hear it, pretty sure he did with the way he makes a new noise and bucks his hips against Fujigaya's steady pace.

“Yeah...” Senga answers, voice almost all breath, and doesn't waste a second to take Nikaido's erection in his hand and squeeze. It feels so good under his fingers, hard and velvety, and the way Nikaido cries out at the first touch is something he definitely wants to hear more of.

Fujigaya gasps as Nikaido tightens around him, and Senga can't keep himself from it anymore, Fujigaya's too close and everything is too hot, and he tangles his other hand in Fujigaya's hair and tugs his head close enough to kiss him.

With as cool and collected Fujigaya looks, his kiss gives him away, desperate and uncoordinated and he finally lets out a moan that Senga would have loved to hear. It's really hot to realize how turned on Fujigaya is, and Senga jerks Nikaido a little harder to let some of the tension out, which makes Fujigaya break the kiss to throw his head back with a gasp.

Senga takes in the sight with appreciative eyes, but then Nikaido whimpers and Senga's full attention is shifted to him. Nikaido's a shivering, moaning mess, cheeks red and eyebrows drawn together underneath the blindfold, and Senga drinks in the sight with cheeks hot and cock throbbing as the urge to see Nikaido loose himself completely overwhelms him.

It doesn't take long, not once Senga's intent on making him come, Fujigaya seemingly of the same idea since his thrusts speed up, and Nikaido's orgasm chokes him silent as his back arches, splattering hot all over his stomach. Senga stares, biting his lip because it's the hottest thing he's ever seen and it's his best friend, but he doesn't care how wrong it is because no porn star has ever turned him on as much with their best trick as Nikaido does with the small whimper that is the only sound he lets out.

He feels Fujigaya's lips against his shoulder, muffling a moan that sends goosebumps down his arms, and then Fujigaya falls still.

There's silence for a few moments, only broken by heavy breaths.

“Nika?” Senga jumps, even though Fujigaya's voice is soft and gentle, a great contrast to his earlier dominance. “Are you okay?”

Nikaido makes a non-committal sound while trying to regain his breath, and Senga watches Fujigaya carefully pull out while stroking Nikaido's thighs, a little stunned at the sudden change in him.

“No?” Fujigaya asks and ties off the condom with shaky hands.

“Yes.” Nikaido mumbles, and Senga can't help but lay a hand on his hip when Nikaido lowers his legs, shoots a glance at his face to make sure he really is okay.

“Good.” Fujigaya's smile is soft as he pulls his underwear up and shoves off his jeans, before starting to unbutton his shirt. Senga bites his lip because even if the two of them are satisfied, he's still hard and that looks an awful lot like a striptease.

Fujigaya notices and smiles, not the dark smirk he's had up until now, but a small, amused smile. He leans closer once he's shrugged his sweaty shirt off his shoulders, and gently kisses Senga's cheek. “Pretty sure Nika wants to help you with that.” He says with a nod down to Senga's erection sticking up through his open pants.

Nikaido stirs at that, still lying boneless on the bed trying to regain his breath, and it almost looks even hotter now that he's relaxed, Fujigaya's tie over his eyes and a little trail of Nikaido's own come slowly running down his side and making him squirm.

Fujigaya leans back, stretching out on the bed after he's been careful enough to move the knife to the bedside table, but then looks at Senga expectantly, as if waiting for a good show.

Senga meets his eyes for a moment, a little confused, but then moves up enough to stroke a strand of Nikaido's hair out of his face, fingers brushing the silky fabric at his temple. “Nika?”

“Mm...?” Nikaido agrees, leaning into Senga's touch, and for a moment Senga wonders if Fujigaya overdid it. But then Nikaido shifts, moves his arms a little as if to shrug the shirt still hanging on his elbows off. “Kenpi?”

Senga lets his touch run along the fabric of the blindfold, and Nikaido helpfully lifts his head when Senga reaches the knot.

“Damn, Gaya, were you a boyscout?” Senga mutters quietly as he fumbles with the knot, and Fujigaya laughs softly.

Then the knot comes undone, so Senga pulls the tie away and Nikaido lies back down, blinking at the sudden increase of light even though it's dim in the room.

Senga's breath catches when his eyes meet Nikaido's, he's never seen them this dark and smothering and it's like a punch to the face with all the feelings suddenly bubbling up within him.

“Kento...” Nikaido says, not the nick-name this time, and now he sounds a little breathless, amazed. But then he blinks and wets his lips, the flash of pink tongue over swollen lips making Senga's erection twitch, and looks down at himself and runs a hand carefully over his abused torso, wincing as he traces a cut. “Ow.”

Senga reflexively reaches out for Nikaido's hand, takes it in his to stop him from making it hurt, and when Nikaido looks up at him with eyes wide in surprise, Senga feels almost as surprised himself. “Don't. You'll make it hurt more.” He says after a few awkward seconds and Nikaido's hand relaxes in his, fingers curling against his own chest, his eyes softening before he looks away and reluctantly pulls his hand from Senga's. He braces himself on his hands and slowly sits up, grimacing as his skin stretches over the cuts, and one of them breaks open again. Senga eyes him, worried, as Nikaido leans back against the headboard with a sigh and unconsciously runs a hand through his hair with the hand that now has blood and semen on it. Nikaido avoids Senga's gaze to glare at Fujigaya, who's looking back from where he's lying on his stomach with a mischievous smile.

“'I don't think I can do it', was it?” Nikaido says acidly, but his voice is still a little breathy and Fujigaya just laughs before heaving himself up and crawls closer to Nikaido, settling between his legs. Only this time it looks more like he's a cute puppy with that little smile, and he leans in and kisses Nikaido's cheek gently. Senga's fists clench and something dark flutters in his stomach at the gesture, and it's surprises him, considering how he was entirely fine with Fujigaya fucking Nikaido to within an inch of his life just moments ago.

“Thanks.” Nikaido mumbles, and looks up at Fujigaya with honesty in his eyes, and Fujigaya just smiles back.

“You're welcome.” He answers, softly stroking away the strands of Nikaido's hair that's fallen back into his eyes, before withdrawing, picking up his clothes. “I'm having a shower.”

He gets off the bed and leaves the room, and Nikaido bites his lip a little nervously as Senga looks him over again, worried about the cut that's sending a drop of blood running down his stomach.

“You... You did all this for me?” Senga finally asks, reaching forward to catch the drop of blood on his fingertip, not able to look Nikaido in the eye.

“Mm.” Nikaido agrees reluctantly, and when Senga does look up at him, his eyes are worried even though he tries to hide it. “Did you... like it?”

Senga can't help the laugh that comes out of him, and Nikaido frowns. “Nika... Are you serious? That was the filthiest fantasy I've ever had and you let me live it out, and you ask me if I liked it?”

“I...” Nikaido starts, looking a mix between confused and upset, but Senga doesn't let him finish.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.” He says, voice lowering a little and he drops a hand to his own thigh, fingers fisting to keep them from his erection. “I can't believe you did that for me.”

Nikaido's gaze follows the movement of his hand, and then his mouth falls open a little when he sees how hard Senga is. “... Oh.”

Senga expects him to look away, maybe blush a little, but Nikaido's eyes dart up to Senga's face, dark with arousal. “... Can I touch you?”

“Please.” Senga asks shamelessly, and he barely has time to get the word out before Nikaido's fingers wrap around his cock and squeeze a little. Senga grabs onto Nikaido's shoulders for support and pulls him closer, burying his face in Nikaido's neck and moans against his skin, the sudden urge to be as close to Nikaido as he can crashing over him like a tidal wave. “Nika...”

Nikaido shudders, his grip tightening as he starts to stroke way too slowly, but his hand feels amazing and Senga moans with each breath, hands running over Nikaido's bare shoulders, feeling his muscles work under moist skin and he can't get enough.

“Kento...” Nikaido breathes, sounding surprised, almost overwhelmed, but not opposed at all.

Senga leans up, meeting Nikaido's hooded gaze and takes in his parted plush lips, and before he knows it he's pressed their lips together.

Nikaido makes a faint sound of surprise and his hand stops moving, but Senga hardly notices, can only focus on how Nikaido's lips brush his, how it's like no kiss he's had before in his life. It feels almost electric, heat sparking through every nerve in his body and leaves them buzzing everytime Nikaido's lips touch his, and he's almost ashamed of the needy noise he makes.

Nikaido sets a hand on Senga's shoulder then to force him back, ignoring Senga's whine as he stares at him with wide eyes, lips plump and wet and tempting.

“... Kento, I-” He starts, but then cuts himself off with a sigh and scoots a little closer, brushing lips across Senga's cheekbone. “Nevermind.”

Senga knows there was certainly something Nikaido wanted to say, but he can roll with talking later, tangling a hand in Nikaido's hair to pull him back to his mouth.

Nikaido kisses back, and sighs softly into the kiss when Senga flicks his tongue out to lick Nikaido's lips. He's not sure what's going on right now, why this feels so intense, but he figures it has something to do with having to look at Nikaido for so long that now when he's allowed to touch, he wants everything.

Nikaido's lips obediently part for Senga, and he loses his mind a little when Nikaido's tongue flicks out to meet his, the kiss wet and hot and fantastic.

Way too soon Nikaido breaks the kiss with a small smile that Senga wants to taste, his voice all air when he speaks words that makes goosebumps run down Senga's arms. “I was going to suck you off.”

“I don't want to stop kissing you.” Senga says without thinking, but it's true, however promising a blowjob from Nikaido sounds, he doesn't think he can physically stop kissing him.

Nikaido's eyes widen for a second, and something flashes in them, something that makes Senga's heart skip a beat, but then Nikaido's kissing him again and he stops thinking whatsoever because this time Nikaido takes charge.

He loved Nikaido passive, submissive, but this is amazing. Nikaido's hand settles at the back of Senga's neck to tilt his head into the best angle and press him closer at the same time, and his other hand comes back to life at Senga's erection, running teasing fingertips up the shaft.

Senga whimpers into the kiss when Nikaido takes him in hand and starts jerking him with hard and fast strokes, seeming to know exactly what Senga likes, at the same time as he steals Senga's breath with his kisses, leaving him lightheaded and completely out of control.

Senga's orgasm hits him all at once, and he gasps for air while his hands claw on Nikaido's skin as he falls out of the kiss with a wanton sound, loosing himself in a fuzzy bliss of euphoria for a few moments.

When he can fully function again, he feels a soft press of lips against his temple, then moving to his cheekbone, and when he opens his eyes, his eyelashes brush Nikaido's cheek.

“You are so beautiful.” Nikaido mumbles, so quietly Senga's not even sure he was supposed to hear it, and when Nikaido pulls back enough to look at him properly, he looks a little shy.

“Nika...” Senga starts, even though he has no idea what to say. “That was... fantastic.”

Nikaido smiles softly, and it's so sweet Senga's heart skips another beat, and suddenly he knows just what to say.

He leans forward a little more, brushing lips ever so softly over Nikaido's. “You like me, don't you?”

Nikaido drops his gaze and smiles, but the smile is a little sad. “Yeah. Not very hard to figure out, huh?”

“I think you convinced me tonight.” Senga says with a small smile that widens when Nikaido looks up at him in surprise.

“About... What exactly?” He asks, tensing a little, voice on edge and eyes begging Senga to say what he wants him to say.

“That I like you too. That if I don't like you too I'm too stupid to live. That you'd do anything for me.” Senga answers, fingers almost unconsciously stroking Nikaido's shoulders where his hands happen to be. “That we should definitely try.”

Nikaido looks stunned for a few moments and so cute Senga's not sure what to do with himself, the small smile spreading on his lips so genuinely happy that Senga's heart swell with feelings he's not used to having.

They kiss again, and Senga doesn't know who initiated it, doesn't care, only enjoys Nikaido's lips against his, his skin under his fingers and the warmth he radiates that seems to settle in Senga's heart.

Nikaido breaks the kiss with a wince, and Senga's gaze follows Nikaido's to see that another wound has split open on his belly.

Senga gently pushes Nikaido back against the headboard and heads for the bathroom to get cotton and band-aids and antiseptic, and it's first when he sees the still slightly foggy bathroom mirror that he realizes Fujigaya must have left.

When he's cleaned Nikaido up, under a lot of whining from him that it stings, he tugs Nikaido over onto the clean side of the bed and kisses him again, pulling him close.

“Ken-chan?” Nikaido says after a while, when he's cuddled up against Senga's chest with Senga's arms tight around him and they're both almost asleep. “What part convinced you?”

Senga smiles into Nikaido's hair, nosing it a little and wondering how he could have not been convinced years ago. “The kiss.”

Nikaido laughs softly at that, and leans up to kiss him again.

~*~

 

 

Comments

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

I have read this over and over on my phone and I'm sorry it took this long to open it on the computer so I could comment, because wow I want to throw a million ♥♥ at you.

I didn't think I would be okay with the knifeplay/bloodplay, and it's not really my thing, but you made it work so well. It was all RIDICULOUSLY HOT. But more importantly even, all the feelings.

I love Fujigaya in this, and how he's playing a role but is still himself, and how much he actually cares for both Nikaido and Senga. I like that he clearly is deserving of the trust Nika places in him.

I enjoy Senga too, and goddamn he is lucky.

And of course, Nika. HOLY SHIT. *_______* It's so clear how much he really loves and wants Senga, and trusts Fujigaya, and it's such a dumb idea but hot as fuck and it worked. Three million mental images in this and I can't decide what's best because a;slkfja;lskdjf;alskjdf. HOOOOOOT.

I was so hesitant to even click the links for this and SO GLAD I DID. It's seriously aalksdjf;alsjdf I can't even. It makes me fairly speechless. I LOVE IT A LOT.

♥♥

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

Adasdfgfk hi, your comments always make my day.

I'm SO happy you like it and I don't even know what to answer to this I'm all ;__; :$ <3

Actually that you hesitated about reading it and then really liked is awesome, feels like I accomplished my mission then!
I hoped the feelings and relationships and stuff would work out (and Gaya wouldn't ruin anything), so I'm glad they did because they were a pain to write haha.

Also yeah it is a pretty dumb idea but I figured Nika is pretty dumb so it suits him <3

THANKS A TON FOR THE AWESOME COMMENT <3<3