Journey [Drabbles]

[h_itoshi]

Title: Journey
Fandom:  Kis-My-Ft2
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga, Miyata/Tamamori, Fujigaya/Yokoo + onesided Kitayama/Fujigaya
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1953 (7 drabbles)

Notes: I actually wrote these the same respective day as we went to the Journey Tokyo shows because DAMN boys, but figured I couldn't post them because only one pair had three drabbles and then I made a oneshot out of some and. Yeah. But I figured what the hell they've been sitting in my fic folder for almost two years so they might as well be posted. Better late than never~

~Nikasen~

Senga's smile is wide as he jumps onto one of the platforms on the ramp, singing for the audience who all wave for his attention. He grabs one of the poles meant for support when on skates with one hand and leans against it, cool metal against his overheated bare skin, and crosses his legs around it, letting the cold seep in through the fabric on his thighs as well. And when he hears the audience's shriek and realizes what it must look like, he really doesn't care right now, high on adrenaline and fan love and live performance. He just smirks, and he hopes it's not too dirty, because that's not his thing at all, at least not officially. Sometimes he wants it to be, because he knows he could make them all scream louder than they do for Tama if he danced right here like this. He withdraws pretty quickly when that thought crosses his mind, making a cute twirl on the rollerskates to make up for it, and then heads down the ramp, cold air raking through his sweaty hair. He meets Nikaido, heading the opposite direction while waving at fans with a smile, and when their eyes meet for a second it feels like something electric goes through Senga's body and he knows Nikaido saw it for exactly what it was.

Nikaido waves at the audience, trying to pull down his too short shirt a little, when he feels Fujigaya come up close, waving just next to him and practically radiating endorphins. He's always so happy at lives, happier than he ever is, and he gives Nikaido a look before wrapping a sparkly arm around his shoulders. It's hot and a bit itchy from the sequins, but Nikaido kind of likes it, loves the way the girls scream and Fujigaya laughs. He expects Fujigaya to let go immediately, the song is almost over and they're supposed to be at the centre stage when it is. But Fujigaya just lowers his arm, wraps it around his waist instead, and turns them both around on their rollerskates in the direction of the centre stage. Nikaido gives him a surprised, amused look and lays his arm around Fujigaya's shoulders for balance as they casually skate towards the ramp that's coming up before them.

“You think we can do this together?” Fujigaya asks quietly, laughing a little, and Nikaido realizes he means they should skate down together.

“Maybe?” Nikaido smiles back, Fujigaya's amusement so contagious. “Don't fall off.”

“I'll just change sides then.” Fujigaya says simply, very close to his ear, and waves at a few girls with his face on their uchiwas.

He falls behind for a moment, and then slides in close to Nikaido's other side. For a moment Nikaido sees Senga's face on the big screen, and his smile is not quite in his eyes as he looks beyond, before the view switches to Yokoo. Nikaido turns his head to see where he really is, and notices him staring his direction from across the arena, on his way in a ramp, and then tumble over and fall when Fujigaya squeezes Nikaido's waist.

For a second Nikaido is anxious about him hurting himself, but then he sees Senga rise, laugh and greet the audience with the faintest blush, and Nikaido smirks instead.

~Miyatama~

Tamamori grabs Fujigaya by the back of his tour T-shirt as soon as they get off stage after the first encore, which results in pulling the ridiculous neckline even further down.

Fujigaya yelps and grabs at the fabric before it slips down over his nipple and then spins around. ”Tama!”

”What the hell was that?!” Tamamori growls, hair in his face and not a trace left of his tsundere-look from on stage.

”What the hell was that, can I keep my clothes on please!?” Fujigaya snaps back, but a spark of amusement lingers in his eyes.

”Why did you do that to him?!” Tamamori continues as if Fujigaya didn't answer at all, and Fujigaya can't keep his smirk down.

”To Miyacchi? He didn't seem to mind?” Fujigaya asks, glancing at Miyata who froze in the motion of buttoning his striped shirt when Tamamori first spoke.

Tamamori throws a quick glance at Miyata, who has shame enough to blush a little. The way Fujigaya'd suddenly been right before him with a smile, running a hand over his chest, shoulder, his cheek and into his hair is still fresh in memory and he'd lie if he said he didn't enjoy the attention.

”That wasn't his fault, he's my boyfriend, you should keep your hands off!” Tamamori almost snarls.

”Well, Tama-chan, he was hot, he was there, and it's only fanservice.” Fujigaya's smirk fades into mild annoyance. ”Maybe if you'd pay him some attention yourself I wouldn't have gotten the urge.”

And there they're interrupted by staff yelling at them to hurry up and change this instant.

“Gaya what the fuck!?” Tamamori rages as they get backstage. He didn't see it this time, too busy with his own fans, but he had heard the screams when it made the big screen. “I told you yesterday didn't I!?”

“Yeah and do you think you improved?” Fujigaya absentmindedly fluffs his hair with one hand and grabs a water bottle with the other.

“Not everyone is you and Yokoo and practically outs themselves on stage, don't fucking mess with my relationship!” Tamamori yells, and Nikaido who rushes by them makes a shocked face.

“I'm not messing with anything, I'm putting on a good show and Miyata likes it, it's you who get this ridiculous about it!” Fujigaya says defensively, a frown on his face that looks really weird with his bangs in a huge scrunchie and a pink tour shirt.

Tamamori blushes at that, because there is some truth in his words. “Just stop molesting my boyfriend, what the hell!”

Miyata chooses this second to get back from dressing, pulling the grey suit jacket on with sweat dripping from his bangs, and stops when he sees the two glaring at each other. “... What are you doing?”

“Tama-chan is being a bitch about me touching you. Again.” Fujigaya mutters and unscrews the cap of the bottle.

Tamamori chooses not to answer, simply clenches his jaw and refuses to look at Miyata.

“Tama-chan?” Miyata asks, sounding so surprised Tamamori wants to punch something. Preferably Fujigaya's face.

“You should go on stage.” Tamamori mutters, sending a last glare at Fujigaya before turning to walk past Miyata, brushing a hand gently over his shoulder.

He adds quietly, so quietly Fujigaya hopefully doesn't hear. “Don't let him do it again please.”

Tamamori's words pop up fresh in Miyata's mind when Fujigaya catches his eye with a smirk during the encore. But it's not exactly like he can shove Fujigaya off in front of 50 000 people while recording a DVD, so he just smiles and raises the camera he has in his hand. Fujigaya's walk is his sexy one with swaying hips, and Miyata guiltily finds himself anticipating his touch.

Fujigaya's not quite as physical this time, he runs his hand up along Miyata's chest without actually touching, and Miyata's not sure whether he's grateful or disappointed. Fujigaya can't keep his smile down as the volume of the audience rises in surprised approval with every decimetre his hand moves, and his fingertips brush Miyata's cheek on their way to his forehead to rake fingers through his sweaty bangs. Miyata is as surprised as anyone that Fujigaya of all people would even touch his hair when it's this gross, but he just laughs with Fujigaya when he withdraws and spins around to kill some fangirls with his smile.

Miyata's small guilty feeling of enjoying Fujigaya's attention disappears completely when he meets Tamamori on the runway between the main and centre stage and his heart skips a beat just catching Tamamori's eyes. Tamamori glances at the audience and then skates in close, a determined look in his eyes. “Let's do the car.” He whispers, and Miyata can't contain his smile.

And, he reflects later, the way he pretty much got Tamamori's crotch in his face when positioning, the way Tamamori smiled at him, wins over all the fanservice Fujigaya could ever try.

~Fujikita (Yokoo)~

Kitayama likes this song. A lot actually. It's hot, fierce, sexy. And he sings it with Fujigaya, and Fujigaya alone. It's not the same when they're the whole group. It's not as intense, and there is hardly ever this kind of lyrics.

He's sweating in his silver and black sparkles, but it's hot in a different way as he dances towards the centre stage in his blue light while hearing Fujigaya sing suggestive things.

There's a thrill in his stomach, like every single time they've danced together in the last chorus for the entire tour, and it doesn't matter that Fujigaya doesn't look into his eyes, only does his job. He's so close that Kitayama can smell the mix of his cologne and sweat, and he rolls his hips only the slightest, fangirls in the audience screaming their voice out, and all Kitayama wants to do is grab the hem of Fujigaya's baggy jeans under all those scarves and tug his hips into Kitayama's so that Fujigaya can feel what he does to him. Suddenly Fujigaya looks at him, straight in the eyes, and Kitayama doesn't have the time to react and hide the lust in his eyes.

Fujigaya's eyes widen a little, but he's a professional and moves away from Kitayama, continuing the song, and Kitayama bitterly tries not to
think of all the things he'll never get to do to him.

The following day, Fujigaya's being completely ridiculous about Yokoo. He's all over him, looks at him when he sings sweet lines, smiles and waves and touches every time they're within two meters from each other. It's worst at the MC, where Fujigaya comes out last from changing outfits, and simply stays next to Yokoo and let's the already ongoing conversation about how gay Senga is keep flowing. When the camera and the audience notices them, he clings to Yokoo's shoulder like he's Yokoo's whore, smiling and flirting and fuck knows what he's doing. When Kitayama's busy bitching with Nikaido he hears a shriek from the audience, and turns to the screen just in time to catch a glimpse of Fujigaya whispering something in Yokoo's ear with the sweetest smile he has. Something breaks within Kitayama then, but he plays it over well, joking about them like he always does.

More things come, as Fujigaya leans in to practically kiss Yokoo on their memory photo, and Kitayama knows he's not going to remember this day with joy anymore. As if being gross with Yokoo isn't enough, he's also flirting with Nikaido and Miyata, and, of course, Fujigaya's a full fanservice show all by himself. He leans back against a pole during FIRE, holding it and moves against it in a way he really shouldn't do on stage, singing those lines that suddenly sound so much filthier than they are.

When they play Shake it up, he dances, like he'd do in a club, with one hand in his hair and the other on the waistband of his pants, and Kitayama can't help if he stares at the screen that shows when he throws his head back to get the hair out of his eyes. It's a good thing they're not on skates right then. And it's a good thing Yokoo's not in Kitayama's near proximity, since Kitayama might seriously shove him head-first off the stage for getting everything Kitayama ever wanted.

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