Hana Kimi Fan Fiction ❯ Unguarded ❯ Surrender ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Unguarded - Surrender
“No.”
“But I haven't asked anything yet.”
“I don't care. The answer is still no.”
Akiha pouted, messing with the pen cup on the desk.
“How did you know I was going to ask something?”
Umeda snatched the cup from him, placing it on the other side of the desk.
“Because you look like a puppy who wants a piece of cheese.”
The photographer looked like Umeda had just grievously insulted him, but only for a moment. He rebounded almost instantly.
“Please?”
Umeda raised his glasses slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. This was just not his day.
Scratch that, it wasn't his month. It started out with Kijima finding him drowning his sorrows in the bar, then groping him in the library not two weeks later. True, his `relationship' with the fortuneteller was aggravating most of the time, but the proximity of the tease was setting him on edge.
Combine that with the stress on campus because of exams, and Umeda was ready to kill someone. Akiha was rapidly gunning for that honor.
Perhaps it was exasperation that strove him to his next response.
“Why would I waste my time doing anything for you, let alone model?”
Akiha blinked, obviously stunned by the response. In a moment, he was back to smiling.
“Because you're perfect for the shoot.”
“Try again.”
“You can keep the clothes.”
Umeda grunted, only somewhat feigning indifference. He was a school doctor after all, and the pay was only so good.
“I'll pay you. A lot.”
An eyebrow rose at that one. Tempting, but he may have to refuse on principle.
Akiha paused, as if considering.
“You have a thing for your fellow model.”
That stopped him from mentally rearranging the infirmary cabinets.
“How do you know?”
“You know him. Well. We both do.”
“You don't mean-“
“Your chemistry is critical for the shoot. You are perfect for this one.”
Umeda was silent for some time, showing none of his internal conflict on his face. A chance to see Ryuichi, to turn the tables a bit, was tempting. But the tables could be turned so easily. Still, money, clothes, and eye candy. It was just like a night out, with the cash going in the opposite direction.
His steely gaze settled on Akiha for a bit longer than necessary. If it was any other day, any other month, he would completely refuse.
“I get to smoke on set.”
“Absolutely.”
~*~
Umeda walked into the studio with his usual casual grace. Akiha had the decency to schedule the shoot for a Friday night so that he didn't have to rearrange his life. Photographers worked odd hours anyway, so it was less of an inconvenience.
Akiha waved him into a dressing room, and Umeda put his messenger bag down. He fished out his cigarettes and lighter before nudging the bag underneath the brightly lit dressing counter. It was almost cliché to see the round bulbs surrounding the wall of mirrors.
Ebi, Akiha's one-time wife, breezed in after knocking briefly.
“Umeda-kun, nice to see you again.”
Umeda grunted, but nodded politely. He didn't dislike Ebi, but didn't know her well. She smiled and pulled out two garments from a cabinet in the room.
“Here's your outfit for today. No jewelry, bare feet please. There are slippers underneath the table for your feet until you get out to the floor. I'll be back in fifteen to do your makeup. Any questions?”
Umeda shook his head, and she left in a whirl of efficiency. He dressed slowly, folding his own clothes before pulling on the unfamiliar garments. The black pants were butter-soft leather, a midnight black that seemed to suck in all the light around him. They fit well, but weren't constricting. As it was, he couldn't wear underwear; with the best leather pants, that was a given. The equally black shirt was a firm linen, the slightly stiff fabric keeping its shape while resting comfortably on his body. Oddly, only two buttons graced the front near the top, with no fasteners on the cuffs either. Umeda shrugged, and buttoned what was there. There was no doubt the outfit was sexy, showing off skin without being pornographic.
A lazy curl of anticipation worked its way through his gut. He looked good, and with Ebi coming in to do makeup, he'd look even better. The thought of seeing Ryouichi like this, and seeing what he was wearing, ratcheted up his excitement a little more. The barest stirring in his pants was ruthlessly smashed down by imagining Rio in a swimsuit. Leather was not forgiving to erections.
The door opened, and Ebi returned. She smiled when she lit on him, nodding in appreciation, and immediately set to work.
When she was done, he could hardly tell she had done anything. His hair was well styled, but looked relatively normal, just a slightly tamed version of his normal style. The makeup was subtle, enhancing the slender arch of his eyebrows, the light brown of his eyes, and his sensual lower lip. He supposed the camera would know the difference. Still, he looked a notch above `going out.'
“Ready?” Umeda nodded in response. “Great. Akiha wanted you to know that he'll be shooting as soon as you come out. He may give you two a little direction, but he's most interested in your interaction. Since you know Kijima, just act naturally.”
He resisted the urge to snort. Acting naturally could put on quite the show. Kijima just loved to tease, and Umeda was a sucker for his advances. Well, he'd just have to stay aloof, make the man work for his reactions. It would be harder to take him by surprise in front of an audience.
Pulling his cool façade into place, Umeda lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and followed Ebi out of the room.
After a short hallway, Ebi let him pass into the studio proper. Akiha was behind his camera, with no other crew in sight. Umeda took another long drag, and put the cigarette out in a convenient ashtray. Looks like the photographer was serious about meeting his requirements.
“In the white space, if you please sempai,” Akiha said from behind the camera, futzing with a few camera settings. “We'll begin shortly. Ebi let you know what to expect?”
“Hn,” Umeda responded, strolling onto the impossibly white space. The anticipation cranked a little higher in the quiet studio.
Barely a moment passed before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, it took all his years of practice to keep his mask in place.
Slim, tailored charcoal pants graced Ryuichi's long legs, following the line of his body closely, but not intimately. The tease was topped by a finely-knit black sweater with cuffs off the same color that zipped up the front. The zipper was mostly undone, showing the pale expanse of the black-haired man's chest, his cross tattoo displayed enticingly over his left breast.
What caused Umeda's mouth to dry completely, willing his body to relax, was the look in Ryuichi's eyes that completed the ensemble. The usual teasing light was there, but a smoldering undercurrent of want nearly took Umeda's breath away. He was barely aware of the light clicks of the shutter as he slowly brought another cigarette to his lips, lighting it with amazingly steady hands.
Ryuichi moved slowly towards him, flowing across the floor in his uncommon grace. Umeda drank in the sight, his body reacting with anticipation as the man neared. Long fingers plucked the lit stick from between Umeda's lips. He frowned as he pulled another from his pocket.
“Mooch.”
Ryuichi smiled and leaned in, touching the lit end of his cigarette to the unlit one between Umeda's lips. Their eyes clashed hotly before returning to a semblance of normalcy.
“Sempai, turn your back to him. Kijima, please lean against his back, facing the camera.”
The two followed the instructions, suddenly aware of the audience of one. Umeda put his composure completely back in place, trying to ignore the hard warmth of Ryuichi against his back.
“So how did he con you into this?” Umeda muttered, holding the cigarette curled in long fingers.
“Hands in your pockets Kijima please.”
Umeda felt the low chuckle at his back.
“He promised me something I wanted,” the man responded lowly, rumbling through Umeda's form like a caress. He held back a shiver.
“Oh? And what was that?”
Ryuichi leaned a little more against Umeda's shoulder, breath teasing across his neck.
“Do you have to ask?”
Umeda couldn't control the shiver that went through him at the dark promise in the other man's voice. It still may be another one of his cruel teases, but Umeda let himself revel in the heat and scent of the form leaning on him.
If it was a tease, Umeda gave himself to it willingly. His defenses were down, and his hopes were up. Something in the air between them seemed different, ripe with possibility. He couldn't be the only one feeling the electricity where their bodies touched, the heavy heat growing in his groin.
After a few more clicks, Umeda turned to catch Ryuichi's gaze again. His desire rose again when he saw the answering heat in the man's gaze. The air became charged as they faced each other, cigarettes creating a halo of smoke around them. Damned leather became even more uncomfortable. He risked flicking his eyes down to Ryuichi's crotch to see if the man was equally affected, but he couldn't tell.
His question was answered a moment later when Ryuichi stepped very close, insinuating one leg between Umeda's. Nothing else touched but the barest rub of his groin against Umeda's leg, but it was enough. He flicked his cigarette butt away, taking Umeda's for one more drag before doing the same. One large hand tilted up Umeda's chin, and the doctor let him. The darkening swirl of Ryuichi's heavy brown gaze trapped him, happily lost in the heady emotions.
A few final soft clicks, and Akiha's voice slid over them.
“Done. Thank you gentlemen.”
Umeda flicked his eyes towards the blonde photographer, who took the camera off its stand and headed towards another room. He felt, rather than saw, Ryuichi retreat from his form. His body ached slightly at the loss of heat.
“Well, now, that was interesting.”
Umeda snorted a little, catching Ryuichi's eyes before turning back towards the dressing room. He ruthlessly stamped down disappointment at seeing the heat shuttered behind the enigmatic expression. What did he expect from the teasing man, something different?
Once inside the dressing room again, Umeda reached for another cigarette with shaking fingers. The erection in the leather was near painful, but he didn't want to take care of it here. The soft click of the door lock caused him to turn. The unlit cigarette froze halfway to his lips.
“Don't think you're getting away from me that easily,” the ebony-haired fortuneteller smirked. “You were part of the deal after all.”
Umeda hid his surprise behind a casual lean against the counter and his wry smile.
“Collecting on your payment?”
Ryuichi's smile was feral and dashing at the same time. Umeda felt his body heat under that look. Ryuichi flowed towards him, casually unzipping the sweater as he approached.
“Hardly.” He was close enough now that Umeda felt warm breath on his face. “I consider it a bonus.”
Firm lips crashed down onto Umeda's, and the doctor lost himself in the scorching heat of the kiss. The amount of want poured through him like liquid fire. Ryuichi's tongue dominated his mouth, devouring and commanding him to respond. After a moment of passivity, he did, hands clutching at the hot skin of Ryuichi's shoulders under the sweater.
Impatience quickly drew him to pull down the offending garment from the man embracing him, both groaning at the feel of more skin to skin contact. Umeda felt the buttons of his shirt give way, his top similarly dropping to the floor. Ryuichi's hands spanned his lower back as his mouth dropped to Umeda's neck, the strong bites and hard kisses causing the doctor to arch his hips into the other man. Both panted at the friction between their clothed groins.
Umeda's hands reached lower to squeeze Ryuichi's firm ass, kneading the powerful muscle as talented lips continued to assault his neck. Ryuichi responded in kind, grinding himself harder into the smaller man. Umeda gasped further as the man's large hand palmed his hardness through the soft leather. He thrust mindlessly up into the firm caress, lost in the heat of the touch. He groaned as the pants were loosened, a warm hand gripping the bare skin of his ass.
Normally, Umeda was the aggressor in his sexual encounters. But he was completely dominated by Ryuichi's presence. He wanted the man so badly, he didn't care how he got him. All the teasing and longing made the surrender bittersweet under the current of passion he was riding.
Ryuichi turned him around to face the mirrors, slightly larger frame encompassing him from behind. Umeda groaned at the sight of them in the glass, catching the heated, possessive look in Ryuichi's eyes in their reflection. The man pushed down the leather slightly, enough to completely encompass Umeda's erection in a slightly calloused fist. Umeda's head rolled back against Ryuichi's shoulder, gasping at the delicious sensation racing through his body. He barely felt the slicked digit enter him, lost in the tug and pull of the heated hand around his dick.
He felt the second finger, and moaned as the third was added. Ryuichi's preparation was thorough, but not slow. Umeda nearly came on the spot as fingers curled and twisted, hitting that intensely pleasurable spot inside. The firm grip on his erection prevented it, but just barely. He flushed at the dark chuckle in his ear.
“Ryu. . .” he gasped, “. . .now.”
A smirk, light fumbling, and something larger entered him, setting his nerves on fire. Umeda gasped a bit, relaxing around the intrusion as Ryuichi's large hand stroked his erection lazily. Lips latched onto his neck and sucked again, hard enough to leave a livid bruise.
“Open your eyes and watch,” the dark voice in his ear commanded. Umeda hadn't realized that he'd closed his eyes.
It was painfully erotic to watch their reflection as Ryuichi started to thrust. Every groan, every flash of emotion on both of their faces swam before him in their reflection. He was braced wantonly against Ryuichi's body, hands gripping the man's hips behind him. Their pale bodies pressed together, one slightly darker hand gripping his erection, the other splaying across his chest. Dark, smoldering eyes locked with his in their reflection.
Ryuichi's thrusts increased, hitting the spot inside Umeda every few thrusts, causing stars to dance in front of his eyes. Umeda struggled to keep them open, wanting to imprint this sight in his brain forever.
Finally, it became too much. The sensation coiled like a serpent within him, striking without warning. He jerked and came in Ryuichi's embrace, spurting all over his chest and the mirror in front of him.
“Hokuto. . .” breathed across his ear, and he felt Ryuichi follow him in climax, twitching hotly inside him.
They both collapsed forward a bit, Umeda bracing arms against the counter, Ryuichi leaning against him. Long panting moments followed while each worked to regain their senses.
Finally, Ryuichi pulled out, leaving Umeda feeling strangely empty but satisfied. Umeda felt more loss from the heat of the other man's presence around him.
Neither said anything as Umeda lit two cigarettes, passing one to the other as he tucked himself back into the pants. Umeda leaned against the counter, watching Ryuichi clean himself and zip his trousers, pulling the sweater back on but leaving it open. Even satisfied, he was a feast for the senses.
Ryuichi finished the cigarette quickly, and leaned in towards Umeda with those maddeningly teasing eyes. He kissed him once more as he stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray beside him. There was a hint of promise in that kiss, enough to feed Umeda's hope that this might happen again.
Ryuichi's eyes were unreadable as he pulled away.
“You should wear leather more often.”
With an enigmatic grin, he turned and left.