Twice the Fun [Oneshot]

[h_itoshi]

Title: Twice the Fun
Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2
Pairing(s): Nikaido/Senga
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2318
Warnings: I guess Nikaido's two-Sengas-kink lol. Don't think there are any spoilers.
Summary: "I've never thought of it before, since you know... there aren't two of you."
Notes: So I rewatched Bilocation and just thought of Nika watching it. And this happened. Anyone who doesn't think two Sengas is hot can't be my friend.

"Look, sorry I didn't go see it in theaters." Nikaido says, and he does sound apologetic when Senga sits down next to him on the couch.

"Don't think about it." Senga says softly. Even though he might have been a little hurt by it back then, he got over it pretty quickly. It's Nikaido after all. "You're watching it now."

"Yeah." Nikaido nods, and shifts a little, tucking his legs up under him. "... Will it scare me to death?"

He looks uncertain as the opening credits start, and Senga thinks for a second, before smiling. "... I'll ruin the scary parts by telling you how it's done okay?"

"... Yeah." Nikaido agrees hesitantly, leaning over Senga to grab a pillow and places it in his lap just in case he has to cover his eyes.

It turns out Nikaido can barely handle the first five minutes, but Senga assures him that that's about as scary as it gets and explains what happens to the eyes to make him calm down a little.

After that, it goes pretty smoothly, and Nikaido seems captivated enough that Senga doesn't talk to him much more, simply lays his head on the pillow in Nikaido's lap and stretches out on the couch. When he first sees Senga on screen, he makes a little sound of surprise, and Senga looks up at him. "What?"

"You're so hot." Nikaido says bluntly, and Senga hides a smile by turning back to look at the movie.

"Focus Nika, or you'll loose the plot." He says instead.

"You're not supposed to sleep with girls." Nikaido frowns at the line Senga's character says, which makes him slap Nikaido's knee.

"And you're not supposed to date AKB-girls, now shush and watch the movie."

Nikaido actually quiets at that, until he starts whining about how fucking scary Kano-san is, but watches Senga with a gun with particular interest.

The plot keeps him captured until the classroom scene. Senga doesn't notice at first, just watching him fight himself with the self-criticism that's obligatory when watching yourself. But then his character slams the other against the window with a grip around his throat, and Nikaido makes a sound that has Senga's eyes immediately going to his face.

Nikaido's staring, mouth a little open, and Senga can pretty much feel the arousal radiating from him.

"Ehm, Nika?" Senga asks sceptically.

"That. Is the hottest thing I have ever seen." Nikaido says seriously, tearing his eyes away when Senga's character picks up a shard of glass, and looks down at Senga with dark eyes.

Senga can't help but raise an eyebrow, having Nikaido's full attention. "That's pretty kinky."

"I don't care, it's hot." Nikaido says, and honestly he might have just watched a porno with the way his voice has dropped an octave.

"... Nika, that was like ten seconds?" Senga can't keep the smirk off of his face.

"Yeah?" Nikaido asks, sounding like who cares, and his hand has moved from Senga's shoulder, running down his arm instead. "That's like... All I'll ever need to think about in the shower forever."

Senga laughs a little, then turns back to the screen where his bilocation falls into dust against the ground. "Whatever, just watch the movie."

He knows he's teasing, enjoys it, a small smile on his face as he wonders what Nikaido will do. And even though he's anticipating him to do something, he's still surprised when Nikaido's hand grabs his upper arm hard and pulls him down onto his back again, head still in Nikaido's lap.

Nikaido's eyes are dark with arousal as he looks down at Senga, and if Senga doesn't shiver at that, he sure does at Nikaido's deep voice. "Maybe I'm too distracted."

"There's still another hour left." Senga tries, but his voice fails in sounding convincing, comes out more like a weak protest as his body starts to react to Nikaido's mood, and he curses himself for being so fucking easy for Nikaido when he's worked up. Or always.

Nikaido's wolf-like grin tells him that he's not fooling anyone trying to play hard to get, and he jumps when Nikaido's hand slips under the hem of his T-shirt, warm against his skin. “We can watch the rest later.”

“Or never, if I know you.” Senga mutters, a little bit of real annoyance in his voice because he's very aware of Nikaido's attention span.

“Or later.” Nikaido insists calmly, voice smooth, but his breathing is a little shallower as he leans down to brush lips against Senga's cheekbone as good as he can from this position. His fingertips softly trace the muscles of Senga's abdomen, and Senga can't help but wonder what Nikaido's thinking about since he's never this easy.

“Or now.” Senga makes a last attempt at keeping Nikaido focused, but his words end up in a gasp when Nikaido's nails scratch down his belly just hard enough to almost hurt, and he can feel Nikaido's smile against his skin before he withdraws, looking down at Senga.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Nikaido asks smugly, his hand trailing down to grip Senga's dick through his pants, and even though he's not hard yet, he's definitely interested and his hips roll traitorously into Nikaido's hand.

“No.” Senga admits in an exhale, and he can't help but feel a little frustrated that whatever he tries it's always Nikaido who gets the upper hand in the end. But at the same time, he likes it that way.

“Good.” Nikaido mumbles huskily, and gives Senga's rapidly hardening cock a last squeeze before grabbing his arm and pulling him up from his lap.

Senga turns to look at him as soon as he's sitting up again, but before he can focus Nikaido's lips are on his, and his kiss is almost feverish.

He lets Nikaido have his way for a few moments, but when his hands curl around the hem of Senga's T-shirt, about to pull it off, Senga shoves Nikaido back enough to look at him. “Damn, Nika... What are you thinking about?”

His voice is breathless and he feels a little overwhelmed. Overwhelmed in the way he only feels when he hasn't seen Nikaido in a long time and Nikaido's been waiting for him to come home, and that isn't exactly applicable right now.

“You fucking yourself.” Nikaido admits shamelessly, looking Senga straight in the eye.

“I...” Senga starts, but then trails off, not sure what to think about that besides the blush his body's already decided on, but he definitely doesn't dislike it.

Nikaido's gaze tells him that he knows exactly what Senga's feeling even though he has no idea himself, and he leans in closer, hands letting go of Senga's shirt in favour of slipping underneath it and caress up his sides, bringing the fabric with him. “I've never thought of it before, since you know... there aren't two of you.”

He smirks, the tiniest dirty smile that has Senga's blood burning, tugging Senga's shirt over his head before leaning in to talk in his ear. “I love your face when I fuck you. But I love the way you look above me, too. Great way to get them both, right?”

Senga shivers, a little moan escaping when Nikaido thumbs his nipples and he can't believe he's getting off on that kind of talk. But he is, now fully hard and aching to be touched.

“That scene...” Nikaido continues, his breath hot against Senga's ear and it makes him tilt his head away from it a little, because it causes him to continuously shiver enough to make it look like he's shaking. “I just wanted you to grab the others hair and kiss him hard, push him against the wall and devour him.”

It difficult to imagine, Senga thinks, since it's himself Nikaido's talking about. But somewhere inside he's curious to know what he's like in bed, how good of a kisser he is, and it's twisted but pretty arousing to think of it.

“I wouldn't even have to be jealous.” Nikaido continues, and suddenly he's shifted a bit, his hands resting on Senga's thighs. “Since there would only be you and I could still look at you being kissed, could look at you do all kinds of things from a third person view, without receiving them myself.”

Nikaido tugs Senga forward by his thighs then, making him yelp as he's being manhandled until he's perched in Nikaido's lap with his thighs on either side of Nikaido's, and Nikaido's lips move from his ear to the sensitive skin just below it.

“I've always wanted to watch you give a blowjob.” Nikaido says, voice vibrating Senga's skin and it makes him snap his hips. “And I've always wanted to watch your face while I fuck you from behind. There are lots of things I'd like to see, but I can't ever imagine them since there would have to be someone else.”

Nikaido's voice almost trails over into a possessive growl at the mention of someone else, and it heats something within Senga that is both arousal and not at all, but then Nikaido rolls his hips up against Senga's and arousal takes over.

“Nika...” Senga's eyes widen when he feels how hard Nikaido is, when he realizes just how much this turns him on.

“Mmm...” Nikaido murmurs non-committally into Senga's neck at the friction, but then continues talking, stilling his hips. “I can't believe you never told me your movie included my wet dreams.”

“I've...” Senga starts, then gasps when Nikaido's hand slips into his sweatpants and he bites gently at his neck. “I've... Never even thought of it like that before.”

“Not at all?” Nikaido asks, and he sounds so smug Senga wants to smack him, but Nikaido's hand wraps around Senga's erection and he decides to pick his fights. “Don't you even feel a little interested, when you see yourself fighting another you? A little intrigued, bothered?”

“... Bothered.” Senga answers, then moans when Nikaido starts stroking him. It's true, it does feel a little strange watching two of himself, but he's mostly focused on how cool the special effects are that it can look like there are two of him.

“Unsettling?” Nikaido asks, breathing heavier now. “But wouldn't you try, if you could ever meet yourself? Try to see what you're like? I sure would.”

Senga groans at the mental image that brings up, and he can see the appeal, blushing a little since he has thought about it.

Nikaido laughs against his skin, and Senga shudders, snapping his hips into Nikaido's hand and he's dangerously close already, heat gathering in his belly. “You liked that? It's interesting, right?”

Senga can feel the smirk forming on Nikaido's lips when he speeds up his movements on Senga's cock at the same time as his other hand moves to a nipple, and the sound Senga lets slip is embarrassing.

“If I could, I'd fuck myself hard. See how much I can take and how filthy I like it.” Nikaido breathes, and the words paired with his heavy breathing has Senga twisting his hands in the back of Nikaido's shirt, which is warm and starting to dampen with sweat. “I let you do almost anything you want with me, but there are just some things you can only admit to yourself, right? I wonder which yours are.”

Senga just moans in response, all the stimulation both physically and verbally too much to let him even think, and his orgasm rolls over him before he's ready, spurting hot liquid onto Nikaido's shirt and his own skin, loosing his mind for a moment.

He's breathing hard when he can breathe again, and Nikaido's lips press against his beating pulse heatedly, urgently. It takes Senga a minute of shaky hands that won't cooperate with him to get a hand into Nikaido's pants, remembering that he's been hard longer and still hasn't been touched when Nikaido's eyes fall closed and his lips part as Senga wraps a hand around him.

It's a good thing he doesn't seem to mind that Senga's handjob is a little sloppy, since Senga's too distracted with buzzing endorphins and Nikaido's face to focus properly. He pushes Nikaido down onto his back and tugs his pants down, enjoying how Nikaido writhes beneath him, how he gasps and moans and can't get another dirty word out.

And when Nikaido comes, his face contorting in pleasure as he throws his head back, he thinks that he doesn't want to share this sight with anyone, not even Nikaido himself. It's only his.

Nikaido tugs him down as soon as he can breathe, and they share a few lazy, out of breath kisses, before Nikaido's head turns to the TV and he groans.

“Ugh I can't believe I can get off while hearing juniors talk.” He complains, and Senga glances up to see Takada Sho explain the plot twist, but then can't help but burst out laughing.

“That's what bother you the most about what we just did? Nika you're so freaking twisted!” He giggles, and Nikaido raises an eyebrow before jabbing Senga in the side enough to make him loose his balance above Nikaido and fall down onto his chest.

“Don't make me remind you what happened after you saw Bad Boys J.” He threatens, and Senga only laughs.

“You know...” He tells Nikaido, smelling the warm fabric of his shirt. “There's another scene where there's two of me.”

Nikaido groans and wraps his arms around Senga, clearly not about to move. “... Give me ten minutes and I can go again.”

Senga laughs and settles more comfortably on Nikaido's chest, thinking that one of the reasons he loves Nikaido so much is that he is kind of twisted.

~*~

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