It Won't Be Soon Before Long [Oneshot]
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h_itoshiTitle: It Won't Be Soon Before Long
Fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP
Pairing: Hikaru/Yamada, mentions of Yuto/Yamada
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2545
Warnings: AU, Minor character death, guns (hint of a kink there?), possessive lover and I guess sex while dead bodies on the floor?
Notes: Inspiration here is a mix of a Maroon 5 song I haven't heard since it was released (... in 2007 T_T) and I randomly came to think of, and a James Bond movie. Don't ask. I have fics with both Hikaru and Yuto ongoing but I'm stuck with both so here's some violence instead.
Summary: Hikaru doesn't have much patience with people touching his things.
Hikaru sighs as he unlocks the door and steps into his house, a sigh of relief at the silence after a long stressful night, at the idea of falling into bed and sleeping the day away. He steps into the dim hall and closes the door after him, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it over a chair, then notices the small red stains on the cuff of his white shirt and makes a face at it. Filthy. He'll have to have it dry cleaned later. Tomorrow perhaps.
He leans down to untie his shoes, but then freezes, facing a pair of boots he doesn't recognize. They're well worn, and a pretty big size, which sets all Hikaru's nerves back on tension, because those aren't Yamada's shoes and that means there's someone else in his house.
He slowly rises, now taking in what's different about the room since last time he saw it. There's a jacket too, a dark, simple, sporty one that shouldn't be here.
Hikaru purses his lips, anger building up within him both from exhaustion and worry. Because next to these foreign pieces of wardrobe are Yamada's brand coat and boots.
He thinks of possible reasons as to why someone else's clothes are in his house at 4.30 in the morning when he's not supposed to be home yet, but he only has to consider how unruly Yamada's been lately to already know the answer.
He turns to head for the bedroom, catching sight of himself in the mirror, the feral expression in his eyes and how his hand automatically slides down to his hip and the gun he hasn't removed yet. He doesn't have much patience with people touching his things.
He crosses the hall and walks up the wide stairs to the main bedroom, not bothering to be quiet as his heart is beating faster at the prospect of what he's going to find, a whole different kind of adrenaline coursing through him than the feeling he recognizes from fighting. That's more of a rush, this is just rage.
He reaches the door and opens it calmly despite the state of his feelings, the kind of intense feelings only something concerning Yamada can bring out of him.
As he steps inside the room, he stops and takes in the scene before him. There's cold dawning light falling in from behind him and through the curtains that aren't quite closed. The expensive sheets are tangled, and there's a tall, dark-haired man sleeping on Hikaru's side of the bed, Yamada's head resting on his chest as he sleeps peacefully, a hand curled against the man's bare stomach, just above where the covers end. There's no doubt what they've been doing, clothes strewn on the floor next to the king-sized bed, a faint smell of sweat and sex lingering in the room and Hikaru's never felt so disgusted. The feeling makes it to his facial expression, he knows, and he stares at the dark-haired man, looks at his sleeping face and can't even think that maybe he's pretty, because all he sees is someone who is fucking unworthy of touching Yamada.
He looks at his lover, at his relaxed face and thinks that Yamada's going to regret this, but Hikaru can't make himself hate him for it. If there's anything he hates about Yamada, it's that he's so enticing there's no way not to be drawn to him. Which is probably the reason this man is here too.
Hikaru steps across the room, unable to see them cuddled together any longer, and reaches across the bed from Yamada's side to grasp his upper arm and tugs him away from the other man.
He feels the exact moment Yamada wakes up, the muscles going from slack to tense under smooth skin before his surprised sound comes over his lips or his beautiful eyes fly open, staring up at Hikaru for a hundredth of a second without knowing him before his eyes widen in recognition and shock.
"What the hell is this." Hikaru hisses, hand still holding Yamada's arm where he lies on his back, staring up at Hikaru helplessly. "Don't you even care about me anymore, is that it?"
"No, I didn't mean-" Yamada begins, pleading, a hand raising to touch Hikaru's arm, but he's cut off by a grumble from the other side of the bed as the man wakes up, and Yamada turns to look at him, a flash of panic in his eyes. "I didn't mean anything like that."
"The fuck is going on?" The man grunts, slowly sitting up in bed as he blinks his eyes open and takes in Hikaru's grip on Yamada's arm, eyes narrowing.
Hikaru doesn't answer him, instead focuses on Yamada, who looks between Hikaru and the man with too much worry for Hikaru's tastes. "Have you been doing this a lot?" He asks, voice low and calm but there's fury bubbling around in him that threatens to break out at any provocation.
"No, of course not, no!" Yamada hurries to assure him, both hands now on Hikaru's arm, trying to calm him down. "It's not his fault, Hikaru, please, it's all my fault."
"I'm sure it's your fault, you fucking slut." Hikaru tells him, a hint of the disgust from earlier slipping into his voice and his grip tightens as the possession overwhelms him for a few seconds when he pictures Yamada seducing someone else.
"Hey, don't-" The man starts protesting, but Yamada sends him a panicked stare, and he trails off, seemingly uncertain of how to react.
"Let him go, it's not his fault. Just let him go?" Yamada pleads, eyes wide with worry and hands holding onto Hikaru's arm desperately, but Hikaru doesn't care too much, only focused on the man trying to tell him what to do in his own bedroom, and he lets go of Yamada, hand sliding back to the heavy weapon in his belt.
"Please!" Yamada sits up, grabbing onto his arm to stop the direction of his hand. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just let him go!"
Hikaru looks back at him, at his wide desperate eyes and the brown hair falling into them, and curses himself for this weakness. He looks at Yamada for a few long seconds, then tugs his hand free from Yamada's grip, voice low and hard as he reluctantly turns to the intruder. "Leave."
The man doesn't seem very keen on that, hesitating and looking at Yamada like he needs saving.
"Yuto please just go." Yamada begs, voice almost a whisper as he turns his head to look at him, and Hikaru sees a small dark mark under his ear that ignites that fury inside him and makes him see red.
He grabs Yamada by the hair and forces his head to the side, and Yamada whines in pain but doesn't protest.
"Ryosuke..." Hikaru says, voice not very calm anymore as he stares at the ownership mark from someone else, and that's it.
"Hey, let him go!" There's a protest from the man, who clearly doesn't understand his own good as he sits up enough to reach out for Hikaru, and Yamada tries to yell at him to just get out, but Hikaru's already blinded by that wave of jealousy and betrayal, and suddenly there's a deafening bang echoing in the room, followed by a scream.
After a moment of ringing silence, Yamada whimpers quietly as the body of the dark-haired man falls to the floor with a heavy thump. Hikaru stands still with his gun pointed steadily in the direction of the man, feels the vibration of the shot resonate in his arm for a moment, then lowers the weapon.
He looks at the body of the man, at the dark gory hole in his chest and the blood seeping out on the beige carpet and he sighs. He's going to have to pay the cleaners good money for that stain.
He turns back to Yamada to find him with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around them as he looks unseeingly in the direction of the man and silent tears run down his cheeks.
Hikaru frowns and sits down on the edge of the bed, raising a hand to stroke away one trail of tears, already regretting doing anything to make Yamada cry. "Darling? Did I do the wrong thing?"
Yamada looks up at him with wounded eyes, but doesn't reject Hikaru's touch as he speaks quietly. "... He's my friend."
Hikaru glances at the body on the floor, at the open, unseeing eyes, and then looks back at Yamada's hurt face, seeing him so distraught tugging at Hikaru's heart and his voice softens a little. "I'm sorry."
Yamada doesn't look at him, and Hikaru doesn't force him, making sure Yamada understands why this happened. "I gave him a chance to leave, but he wouldn't listen, would he?"
Yamada slowly shakes his head, still not looking at Hikaru.
"Why did you bring him? What do you need that I can't give you?" Hikaru asks after a few moments of silence, and Yamada looks up at him, eyes glossy and cheeks a little red from the tears.
"Love." He replies, and Hikaru frowns.
"I do love you. There's no one else like you." Hikaru tells him, and Yamada's eyelashes flutter a little.
"You never stay with me. There's always something more important to do." Yamada explains, voice getting more and more upset, a tear sliding past his jaw and down his throat.. "Something more important to you than me."
Hikaru sighs like Yamada really is an unruly child, leaning in to brush his lips against the tear trailing Yamada's throat, tasting the salt. "You only needed to ask me. I'll give you whatever you want."
"Then love me." Yamada asks, voice low, clearly no thought to his friend on the floor anymore and Hikaru grins at how cold he can be.
"Of course." He agrees, crawling onto the bed and Yamada's legs spread for him, pushing the covers aside and Hikaru realizes he's already naked. At least his friend had been in his underwear.
Hikaru's hands run along bare thighs and Yamada gasps, rolling his hips into Hikaru's touch and rapidly hardening.
"I just shot your friend and you want sex." Hikaru purrs incredulously, because the idea is such a sick turn-on.
That's another thing he adores about Yamada. He's so unpredictable that he keeps surprising Hikaru, and he's not an easy man to surprise.
"You're so hot with that gun." Yamada admits, but he does sound a little guilty, at least until Hikaru's hands grab onto his thighs and tugs, pulling him back down into a lying position, and he looks up at Hikaru with hooded eyes, arching a little when Hikaru's fingers trail up his inner thighs towards their destination. When he reaches Yamada's hole and finds him slicked up and sticky still, he actually growls, and Yamada gasps, the muscle contracting in want under Hikaru's fingers.
"When?" Hikaru asks, voice still a growl as he leans down to bite at Yamada's collarbone, letting out some of his anger on the skin, certain there'll be a bruise.
"I'm still good." Yamada gasps, hands getting into Hikaru's hair and tries to tug him away, but Hikaru won't budge, just slides two fingers inside him at the same time, and Yamada whines, but his body quickly accommodates and soon he's moaning instead.
"I'm so fucking glad I shot him." Hikaru says, voice fierce as he continues up Yamada's throat with open-mouthed kisses and not too gentle bites, and Yamada clenches around his two fingers at the words and Hikaru works in a third. "Freak."
He already knows there's a thing with Yamada and guns, but this is a whole new level of it. Hikaru has to admit that it does something for him too, the smell of warm skin and soft hair, but then a sweet undertone of cooling blood from somewhere else, and he's already hard despite remaining untouched. It's difficult not growing hard with Yamada arching and moaning underneath him, and after a few hits to that perfect spot that has Yamada wailing, he pulls his sticky fingers out, unzips his pants and shoves them down.
He has no idea where the lubrication is and couldn't care less, instead spits in his hand, thinking it'll have to do as he strokes himself and shudders a little.
Yamada is already a mess when Hikaru grabs his hips with the intention to bruise, then starts pushing inside and Yamada digs nails into Hikaru's clothed shoulders to release some pressure, little filthy moans of 'please' and 'move' falling from his lips.
Hikaru only waits until he can move at all before starting to roll his hips, making sure to go deep and hard enough for Yamada to feel this for days, and Yamada's whimpering and clinging to him so it seems work. He sees that gross dark mark on Yamada's neck when he throws his head back as he hits him just right, and it makes Hikaru fuck him faster, still holding onto Yamada's hips. He's sure Yamada's going to look like a victim of abuse later, but he doesn't care, just wants to claim his body in every way he can and convince Yamada that Hikaru's the only one he needs.
Yamada's every breath is a moan now, and there's a shaky hand leaving Hikaru's shoulder to slip between their bodies, wrapping around his own erection. Hikaru groans at the increased pressure, burying his face in Yamada's neck as he keeps fucking him hard and deep until Yamada cries out and arches, and Hikaru feels the hot liquid hit the front side of his shirt.
He's far gone himself, and it only takes a stroke to his hair and shaky fingers running down his neck for him to release as well, coming deep inside of Yamada with a low grunt.
When he comes to after a few seconds, Yamada's breathing shallowly beneath him, hands running carefully through Hikaru's hair, and his voice is small as he speaks. "Don't leave."
Hikaru hoists himself up on his elbows, feeling the cooling wet stains against his stomach, and thinks that now there's just another reason to get this shirt dry cleaned. "I won't. Come on."
He tugs Yamada upright after a few moments of tangling with clothes and shaky limbs, and Yamada lets out a dirty sound that sends a shiver through Hikaru as he stands and there's come starting to run down the inside of his thigh. Hikaru tugs him close against his chest and makes Yamada look at the body of his friend on the floor, in the darkening pool of blood and his eyes without any shine.
"You won't do it again, will you?" Hikaru asks, grip tightening around Yamada's waist when he tries to turn away from the sight.
"No." Yamada promises, and when Hikaru lets him turn, his cheeks are pink with shame and eyes a little glossy again.
"Good. Now let's take a bath and then sleep until this afternoon. In another bedroom." Hikaru settles, digging in his pocket for his phone to make a specific call while guiding Yamada towards the bathroom.
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Date: 2017-02-17 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-17 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-18 03:38 am (UTC)at that time i was like..
" poor yutti.....
3 sec later
Ok moving on to the next fic ~ ♡ "
thank you auther-san for writing and sharing this story ^^
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Date: 2017-02-18 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-07 09:00 pm (UTC)Also I love how Yamada is for Hikaru, an addiction he can't break. It's absolutely stunning to see how Hikaru loses himself all in the name of keeping Yamada for himself.
Short comment, but I wanted you to know how much I enjoy this fic
(also this really reminds me of the maroon 5 song "wake up call." i had the song running through my head when i was reading this fic)
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Date: 2017-03-07 09:29 pm (UTC)BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT YES THAT IS THE SONG THIS COMES FROM. I wanted to write something already when I saw it on MTV waaaay back but I was so tiny back then haha. But I kind of remembered it on and off and this suddenly happened. And I'm glad you noticed!!
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Date: 2017-03-07 09:38 pm (UTC)It's even weirdly funny cause Yuto is such a beanpole he even fits the description of the man shot in the song xD I'm glad that you remember the song cause you made such a beautiful fic based off of it
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Date: 2017-03-07 09:41 pm (UTC)ikr?? This is the kind of thing I always want people to notice I put thought into but no one ever does x'D (The fic title is the album the song is on too because thinking of titles are my biggest weakness)
But thank you, really.
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Date: 2017-03-07 10:01 pm (UTC)i noticed that! And titles are the worst >.> it's why all of my fics are named after song titles, some may or may not be based on the song themselves but i won't tell :P but i agree. sometimes you want people to notice but, most of the time, they never do
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Date: 2017-03-07 10:09 pm (UTC)I make a year end post of fanfiction annually, and in that I write down all the things there is to notice so I'll remember them myself x'D
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Date: 2017-03-07 10:32 pm (UTC)I should really do that xD especially with Stone Cold cause I put so many references in that one
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Date: 2017-03-08 05:13 pm (UTC)Do it, it's nice writing it out so you can go back all ohh right I did that haha.