Ore-Tachi no Dorama
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Adult ++
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2,307
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of KAT-TUN. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Ueda leaned against the bathtub, looking down at the razor. This was stupid. He was stupid, but he couldn’t help the self-loathing he felt. Jin had hit his weak spot again. His stupid lips. He hated them, simply because Jin didn’t like them.
A sob caught in his throat as he looked into the floor length mirror on the other side of the room. He was fat and ugly, but his lips were by far his worst trait. His eyes flickered back to the blade. He already had small unintentional cuts on his hand from the razor. His trembling fingers brought the blade under his bottom lip. He concentrated but he couldn’t get the blade to cut. “Fuck,” he whispered, a sob coming up his throat painfully.
Ueda squeezed the blade tightly, cutting his fingers and palm deeply. He whimpered in pain, dropping the razor and staring at the crimson fluid. He held the injured hand with the healthy one, pressing it to his chest. He had only managed to cut a small scratch under his lip. He tried to get up, but in his sobbing only feel back down. “Fuck,” he whimpered again.
The bathroom door slowly opened, Junno’s happy face poking in. The smile quickly faded from his face and his soft features tensed with worry. “Tatsuya! What happened?!” he asked, rushing in and kneeling to look at the other’s lip and hand. He frowned when he saw the razor, helping Ueda up and pulling him to the counter.
Ueda was to busy crying to pull away from Junno, letting the other clean his cuts, bandaging them with gentle care. “Gomen,” he finally hiccuped, staring down and refusing to look at Junno. It was bad enough he’d been doing it, but to get caught?
“Don’t…just what were you thinking?” Junno asked, washing off his hands before pulling Ueda into a friendly hug. His heart was twisting still from the initial fears he’d felt when he first saw the blood on Ueda’s hands. Not only was Ueda his friend, but he had fallen in love with him and the thought of losing Ueda had made his breath stop. Thankfully, it hadn’t been that extreme, but still, Junno didn’t understand.
“Ji…Jin said…some…mean…things…again,” Ueda managed between hiccups. “I hate my lips and how I look,” he sniffled, pressing his face into Junno’s shoulder. He felt, sick, hurt and ashamed. Junno’s touch was smoothing and comforting. It didn’t condemn him in anyway so he pressed closer desperately. A part of him though was waiting to get hurt; everything had its price, right?
~
"Maybe we spoke to soon," Nakamaru said as Kame moved for the phone. More than likely on the other end would hold some drama breaking lose or already running rampant.
"Uhn," Kame responded absently, pressing the speakerphone button. "Moshi," Kame said, sitting back on the couch beside Nakamaru. He really had just wanted to spend time alone with his boyfriend. Even though he and Nakamaru lived together someone was always coming over or calling or something came up with work.
Nakamaru wrapped his arm around Kame, having set his tea aside. He kissed Kame's neck, nibbling teasingly as they waited for whoever it might be to stop talking.
"It's Junno. Sorry to bother you, but I thought someone else should know about this. A little earlier Ueda tried to cut his lips off…I found him with his hands all bloody, but he's okay. Jin picked on him again," Junno said, all in a rush, but still sounding more serious than usual.
"Nani!? Where is he now?" Kame exclaimed hardly noticing Nakamaru drawing back from his neck. His heart was pounding and his mouth dry with anxious worry.
"He's sleeping on the couch right now. I'm watching him. I just thought I should call you. Gotta go. Jan e, Kame…and Nakamaru," Junno said, before hanging up somewhat abruptly.
It was then that Kame felt the protective rage set in. "Akanishi Jin…I'm going to skin you alive," he said, leaning over and kissing Nakamaru's cheek. "Sorry love, I'm going out," he told him. He knew Nakamaru wouldn't stop him, but instead go with him; it was a good thing they thought a like on these sort of issues.
"Not without me," Nakamaru commented predictably. Together they grabbed their jackets and slipped on shoes. Nakamaru grabbed a set of keys as well, deciding they would take their car to Jin's house.
"I can't believe he can't honor one request. One absolute no-no Ueda gave him," Kame muttered angrily. "Is it really too much to ask? The inconsiderate boar," he continued, the rant going on as they got in the car, heading to Jin's apartment, which was quite a drive, considering all the traffic.
"If you don't stop, you won't be angry by the time we get there…" Nakamaru warned, trying not to look amused at Kame's tirade. Kame really was such a mother type sometimes. He wouldn't be surprised if Kame grounded Jin. Of course Nakamaru wanted to do the same to the careless bastard.
"I will not," Kame declared indignantly. He knew his lover was right though, so he quieted and simply gripped the wheel and seethed silently.
~
"I'm really sorry about how he acted," Yamapi said to Koki over the phone. He hadn't felt right after the whole thing. It wasn't his place to apologize for Jin, but someone needed too and Jin certainly wouldn't.
It's not you fault your boyfriend's a fucking ass," Koki said, music blaring in the background. "Just forget it. I gotta do some work," he said, hanging up without giving Yamapi a chance to reply.
Yamapi thought there was something odd about Koki's voice. It had a weird tone to it that he hadn't heard before. He really hoped Jin would keep his dick in his pants when it came to Koki. He'd given up on Jin and Ueda, but maybe he could still keep Jin away from Koki. If those two…then Yamapi would definitely lose Jin.
"Hey baby," Jin said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "Who was that?" he purred against Yamapi's ear, sucking on the lobe. His hands slipped down the other's torso, pushing into his pants.
"No one…" Yamapi replied. "It was a wrong number," he moaned pressing into the touch. It seemed as soon as Jin had him completely around and had teased him into a needy fit, there was a knock on the door. "Fuck," Yamapi whimpered.
"Screw them."
TBC…
Author's Notes: So it’s done. Amazingly fast for me(though it took forever to type…you have no idea…months… .-. I'm not sure though how I'm getting from Point B to Point C at this point, but bare with my story and me and enjoy! Hopefully it won't take too long to write and type the next chapter. ^_^
Ueda leaned against the bathtub, looking down at the razor. This was stupid. He was stupid, but he couldn’t help the self-loathing he felt. Jin had hit his weak spot again. His stupid lips. He hated them, simply because Jin didn’t like them.
A sob caught in his throat as he looked into the floor length mirror on the other side of the room. He was fat and ugly, but his lips were by far his worst trait. His eyes flickered back to the blade. He already had small unintentional cuts on his hand from the razor. His trembling fingers brought the blade under his bottom lip. He concentrated but he couldn’t get the blade to cut. “Fuck,” he whispered, a sob coming up his throat painfully.
Ueda squeezed the blade tightly, cutting his fingers and palm deeply. He whimpered in pain, dropping the razor and staring at the crimson fluid. He held the injured hand with the healthy one, pressing it to his chest. He had only managed to cut a small scratch under his lip. He tried to get up, but in his sobbing only feel back down. “Fuck,” he whimpered again.
The bathroom door slowly opened, Junno’s happy face poking in. The smile quickly faded from his face and his soft features tensed with worry. “Tatsuya! What happened?!” he asked, rushing in and kneeling to look at the other’s lip and hand. He frowned when he saw the razor, helping Ueda up and pulling him to the counter.
Ueda was to busy crying to pull away from Junno, letting the other clean his cuts, bandaging them with gentle care. “Gomen,” he finally hiccuped, staring down and refusing to look at Junno. It was bad enough he’d been doing it, but to get caught?
“Don’t…just what were you thinking?” Junno asked, washing off his hands before pulling Ueda into a friendly hug. His heart was twisting still from the initial fears he’d felt when he first saw the blood on Ueda’s hands. Not only was Ueda his friend, but he had fallen in love with him and the thought of losing Ueda had made his breath stop. Thankfully, it hadn’t been that extreme, but still, Junno didn’t understand.
“Ji…Jin said…some…mean…things…again,” Ueda managed between hiccups. “I hate my lips and how I look,” he sniffled, pressing his face into Junno’s shoulder. He felt, sick, hurt and ashamed. Junno’s touch was smoothing and comforting. It didn’t condemn him in anyway so he pressed closer desperately. A part of him though was waiting to get hurt; everything had its price, right?
~
"Maybe we spoke to soon," Nakamaru said as Kame moved for the phone. More than likely on the other end would hold some drama breaking lose or already running rampant.
"Uhn," Kame responded absently, pressing the speakerphone button. "Moshi," Kame said, sitting back on the couch beside Nakamaru. He really had just wanted to spend time alone with his boyfriend. Even though he and Nakamaru lived together someone was always coming over or calling or something came up with work.
Nakamaru wrapped his arm around Kame, having set his tea aside. He kissed Kame's neck, nibbling teasingly as they waited for whoever it might be to stop talking.
"It's Junno. Sorry to bother you, but I thought someone else should know about this. A little earlier Ueda tried to cut his lips off…I found him with his hands all bloody, but he's okay. Jin picked on him again," Junno said, all in a rush, but still sounding more serious than usual.
"Nani!? Where is he now?" Kame exclaimed hardly noticing Nakamaru drawing back from his neck. His heart was pounding and his mouth dry with anxious worry.
"He's sleeping on the couch right now. I'm watching him. I just thought I should call you. Gotta go. Jan e, Kame…and Nakamaru," Junno said, before hanging up somewhat abruptly.
It was then that Kame felt the protective rage set in. "Akanishi Jin…I'm going to skin you alive," he said, leaning over and kissing Nakamaru's cheek. "Sorry love, I'm going out," he told him. He knew Nakamaru wouldn't stop him, but instead go with him; it was a good thing they thought a like on these sort of issues.
"Not without me," Nakamaru commented predictably. Together they grabbed their jackets and slipped on shoes. Nakamaru grabbed a set of keys as well, deciding they would take their car to Jin's house.
"I can't believe he can't honor one request. One absolute no-no Ueda gave him," Kame muttered angrily. "Is it really too much to ask? The inconsiderate boar," he continued, the rant going on as they got in the car, heading to Jin's apartment, which was quite a drive, considering all the traffic.
"If you don't stop, you won't be angry by the time we get there…" Nakamaru warned, trying not to look amused at Kame's tirade. Kame really was such a mother type sometimes. He wouldn't be surprised if Kame grounded Jin. Of course Nakamaru wanted to do the same to the careless bastard.
"I will not," Kame declared indignantly. He knew his lover was right though, so he quieted and simply gripped the wheel and seethed silently.
~
"I'm really sorry about how he acted," Yamapi said to Koki over the phone. He hadn't felt right after the whole thing. It wasn't his place to apologize for Jin, but someone needed too and Jin certainly wouldn't.
It's not you fault your boyfriend's a fucking ass," Koki said, music blaring in the background. "Just forget it. I gotta do some work," he said, hanging up without giving Yamapi a chance to reply.
Yamapi thought there was something odd about Koki's voice. It had a weird tone to it that he hadn't heard before. He really hoped Jin would keep his dick in his pants when it came to Koki. He'd given up on Jin and Ueda, but maybe he could still keep Jin away from Koki. If those two…then Yamapi would definitely lose Jin.
"Hey baby," Jin said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "Who was that?" he purred against Yamapi's ear, sucking on the lobe. His hands slipped down the other's torso, pushing into his pants.
"No one…" Yamapi replied. "It was a wrong number," he moaned pressing into the touch. It seemed as soon as Jin had him completely around and had teased him into a needy fit, there was a knock on the door. "Fuck," Yamapi whimpered.
"Screw them."
TBC…
Author's Notes: So it’s done. Amazingly fast for me(though it took forever to type…you have no idea…months… .-. I'm not sure though how I'm getting from Point B to Point C at this point, but bare with my story and me and enjoy! Hopefully it won't take too long to write and type the next chapter. ^_^