chineseink | [KAT-TUN] 2 ficlets, PG & R, Akame

Told you I was gonna write some Akame, right? Thanks and blame both to be directed to

sapphynashi (and whoever else she roped into providing me prompts), who even admits that she has gotten a lot more pushy about demanding fic since Akame. ;) It's a good thing, really, if it gets my ass into gear about attempting to write again. Apologies for extreme rustiness not just with Akame characterizations & banter (I am still re-learning!) but also with the writing in general.

Protip: Do As Jin Says, Not As He Does
KAT-TUN, Jin/Kame, PG, 765 words
Prompt: Kame gets solo cons and Jin decides to offer his advice, being a veteran and all.

"Hey," said Jin, "sorry I didn't call earlier. Things have been hectic here like you wouldn't believe, I had no idea groupies would be this much of a hassle, I mean, we have crazy fangirls in Japan, right? But these girls are, like, giant. They're taller than me and they're strong and they can run fast, even in heels! Nothing like the fans in Japan. So security totally had to be upped, which is a pain in the ass, because what if I wanted to talk to one of those girls, y'know? I mean, fine, they're taller than me but some of them are hot, damn, you can't even imagine—"

Kame rubbed his face and held back a sigh, automatically tuning Jin out as he held the phone to his ear with one hand and started rummaging through his bag with the other. He'd left his chapstick in here somewhere, damn it. What was with this bag? He'd lost at least three things to it; Kame was beginning to suspect that it was secretly alive and evil, committed to secretly depriving him of his necessities and slowly driving him insane.

It was possible the upcoming solo concerts were stressing him out a bit.

"Anyway," Jin said with the emphasis of moving from one topic to another, "sorry I couldn't call but you totally don't have to worry, Kame, I've got your back. I made this whole list of rules for you - well, they're not really rules, more like guidelines but I think it'd be good if you really just followed all of them. I mean, I've been through this before so I know what I'm talking about, you know? I've got experience. It's cool. You can totally rely on me."

Kame groped around in his bag. Notepad, water bottle, keys, a pen, an extra pair of socks, a magazine, his wallet, another pen - no wait, that was the same pen, hand moisturizer, his sunglasses— Fuck.

"So the most important thing is, of course, show skin. I mean, concerts are all about fanservice, right? And skin, that's where it's at."

"Right," Kame muttered on autopilot, shifting his shoulder to hold up his phone so he could dig through the bag with two hands. The stupid magazine again, a slightly wrinkled note from his mom from weeks ago, that goddammned pen again, misleading him for the third time. "Fuck," he concluded with feeling, wrapping his fingers around the pen and throwing it across the room in irritation. There was clearly a conspiracy to drive him crazy in the works.

Jin paused. "What?" He sounded wounded. "What's wrong with a white shirt that gets sweaty and see-through? This stuff works, Kame, you gotta listen to a pro. Don't be such a prude about it, honestly—"

Kame blinked as his brain made a valiant effort to catch up to the conversation. "What? No, Jin, that's— It's fine. It's great. You know I always, um, appreciate your input." What the hell was Jin going on about? "I just can't find my fucking chapstick because my bag decided to turn into the Venus flytrap of stuff I actually need." He slumped back into his chair and tilted his head back in surrender, bag spilling limply across his lap. He needed a break. No, he didn't. He couldn't afford a break. It sounded nice though, he thought wistfully.

"Did you just compare your bag to a carnivorous plant?"

Jin was laughing at him, the bastard. Kame said, tiredly, "Shut up and tell me again how to properly do fanservice, Akanishi." Like he hadn't had years of experience himself.

"Well, this wasn't on my list but seems like I gotta add it, just for you: don't make weird analogies in public."

Kame rolled his eyes. "Because fans will think I'm insane?"

"No, because Koki will overhear and mock you forever and I wouldn't blame him." Jin paused as Kame sighed heavily, shifting in the uncomfortable folding chair. He said nothing, so Jin continued. "Okay, so, white shirts are a great idea. Another good idea? Jewelry. Especially the kind made from leather. Did I tell you about the time I got laid just because she liked the band on my wrist, oh my god, Kame, you have no idea how hot it can be getting tied up and held down like that—"

Kame automatically put up his Jin-filter again and let the words jumble, warm and indistinguishable, in his ear. At least Jin was still Jin, predictable as always, even if the rest of the world was out to get him.

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More Than Words to Show You Feel
KAT-TUN, Jin/Kame, light R, 800 words
Prompt: I've been craving hard for fic where Jin appreciates how nice Kame's arms look lately. w/ bantering. and touching of course :D (Apologies for distinct lack of bantering here.)

Jin's mouth was warm and wet against the curve of Kame's shoulder, his hands hot where they fit against Kame's hips, the heat filtering through Kame's boxers. Chilly, rainy spring in Japan but Jin was driving the temperature up with the wicked glint in his eyes, reflected sharp in the mirror under the dark sweep of bangs. Kame could feel his heart thumping in his chest, loud, his skin too sensitive to every sweep of cold air from the vents and the soft tickle of Jin's hair against his skin. He stared at their reflection in the mirror, Jin slotted behind Kame and Kame tucked back against him, too hot and a flush high on his cheeks.

Jin's mouth slid down across the curve of shoulder and rested, light, against his left bicep, soft and murmuring unintelligible words. Kame caught his breath as new heat unfurled low in his gut, sliding up his chest and centering heavy in his groin. He watched as his mouth parted, panting, lips dry. His tongue swiped over them and Jin caught his gaze in their reflection, a dirty look full of filthy promise. His tongue slid out in response, flickering against Kame's arm, a tease. Kame's cock filled with a sudden rush, balls heavy, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. He wanted to fall back, lean against Jin, focus only on the sensation of Jin's mouth gentle and flirtatious on his skin.

Then Jin grazed his teeth against the curve of bicep and Kame's heartbeat stuttered. The vent released another sweep of cool air. Kame made a soft noise in the back of his throat as his nipples hardened and, god, he could feel Jin's smile against his arm. Languid and intimate and probably smug, because Jin loved making Kame fall apart slowly just like this. Kame always had his shit together in public, or at least he did his very best, and he knew it got to Jin sometimes, knew that Jin sometimes felt that Kame was trying too hard to please everybody. Just be yourself, he'd insisted on more than one occasion, sometimes gently and sometimes annoyed, an edge to his voice. He liked Kame best raw and honest, shuddering under Jin's mouth and hands, standing in front a mirror where he couldn't escape facing it.

Kame's eyes slid closed, helplessly, as Jin's hands tugged him closer and he felt Jin hard against him.

Jin hummed, lips still warm on Kame's skin, and Kame trembled a little. No one undid him like Jin and it was truly unfair, really, because he never felt like he could get to Jin the same way. Jin who was always cocksure with a smile ready, eyes dark and teeth white, at ease in front of the cameras. Even when he was brooding, he'd close himself off to Kame, draw so into himself that Kame couldn't reach him, couldn't touch him like - oh, like this, reduce him to this. Kame's cock throbbed and Jin was still doing nothing more than kissing down his arm, hands firm on Kame's hips, thumbs tracing light patterns against the skin just above his waistband. It wasn't fair.

But Kame supposed it meant something, something he didn't understand, that Jin always came back to him. Maybe it was their history, maybe Jin just liked to know that Kame could never turn him away, whatever it was - Jin always came back to Kame. He kissed slow and peeled away Kame's layers with steady hands, almost sweet the way he fucked Kame afterwards. Sometimes he dragged it out, tortuous and maddening, and sometimes it was fast and frantic, but it always drove Kame out of his mind, out of his head, until all his anxieties fled under the flood of primal, instinctive pleasure.

His hips rocked into the air, desperate, and Kame could hear himself making little hitched noises as his head fell back. Jin.

Then Jin was turning him around, a gentle push and Kame went willingly, spinning until they were face-to-face, chest-to-chest. His eyes opened again to find Jin staring at him, a hint of smile on his lips. "Kazuya," he said, more of a murmur than anything and Kame felt the shiver down the length of his spine. Unfair, he thought again, what Jin did to him. He lifted a hand and pressed it to Jin's face, cupping his cheek; his thumb traced over Jin's bottom lip, slick. Jin turned his head and Kame's thumb slid away, tracking saliva across Jin's cheek, and then Jin had shifted so he was kissing Kame.

And, as always, it was the kiss that finally pulled Kame under. He let go and pressed into Jin, mouth opening hot and wet, as Jin's arms slipped tight around him, dragging him home.

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Started/Finished: 2010.06.24

Notes: Really? I am just (attempting) drabbling Akame as an excuse to break out this icon again. TINY!KAME. SO ADORABLE. Er, do not think of him & sexytiems though. Think of much more grown up and sexy and flaunting arms!Kame. :D