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Mika wakes up from his midafternoon nap to discover that he’s – worryingly – alone. Shu never sleeps during the day, so he’s not worried that he isn’t beside him in bed, but he doesn’t find him in the kitchen, living room, or sewing studio either. It’s not until he’s already halfway through a panicked search of a pile of laundry that he thinks to check his phone. When he does, he sees that he has a text from Shu.
oshi-sannnn <3: I have been called out of the house for an impromptu Dramatica meeting. Apologies for not waking you up to warn you, but I left in a hurry. I’ll be back before dinner. -Shu
Mika giggles and kisses the top of his phone, a substitute for kissing the man messaging him. Shu rarely sends texts, but Mika loves reading back their conversations anyway, so this is a welcome addition to their short list of messages.
mika: okay oshi-san see u laterz!!!! love u!!
mika: btw u don’t have to sign ur texts i know its u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He flops back onto the couch and thinks about his next move. Valkyrie has been busy lately, but they’re in a short lull after finishing a wave of activity to promote their latest album. He has no dances to practice or outfits to work on at the moment. Even if he did have work to do, Shu prefers it when they practice together, claiming that Valkyrie needs to be perfectly synchronized in all things and therefore cannot prepare for Lives apart.
He has free reign of the house, in any event. He can do anything he wants without worrying about whether it will upset Shu’s delicate sensibilities, like watching a slasher movie on the big TV or listening to metal with the volume all the way up. He doesn’t know how much time he has, though, and he doesn’t know what to try first.
Thankfully, the solution soon dawns upon him. He can do both at once.
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Shu returns home to the most unbearable cacophony of noises he’s ever heard in his life. The wailing guitar and shrieking human voices blend together into a deafening nightmare that gives him a headache before he’s even made it through the front door. He marches straight into the living room without bothering to take off his shoes and shouts over the noise, temporarily adding another layer to the chaos.
“Kagehira, what are you doing?” he bellows. He hates raising his voice, but he sees no alternative at the current juncture.
Mika squeaks and slams his hand down on his phone and the remote, simultaneously silencing all the devices in the room. Shu’s ears ring so loudly in the immediate aftermath that he doesn’t catch the first half of Mika’s stuttered explanation.
“And I just thought it’d be the best use of my time, ‘cus ya hate when I do loud or gross stuff like this when yer in the house, so I -”
Shu lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Have you never heard of headphones, Kagehira?”
“Yeah, but it’s different when the walls are shakin’ and yer really feelin’ the energy of the music, ya know?” Mika says. He scratches the back of his head and flashes Shu a sheepish grin. “Anyway, won’t happen again.”
“Very well,” Shu says. He sits in one of the armchairs facing the couch, crosses one leg over the other, and folds his hands in his lap. Mika always marvels at the way he carries himself like royalty, polished and poised no matter what situation he finds himself in.
“How was yer meetin’?” Mika says. “Are ya makin’ costumes fer Dramatica again?”
Shu sniffs disdainfully. “If only. I dislike doing the stage costumes, but Wataru has a way of convincing me every single time… But, no, that isn’t what he wanted from me. He has asked – or rather, he has insisted – that I act in Dramatica’s next performance.”
Mika’s heart leaps. He’d been to every single performance of the last play Shu was in, strategically avoiding front row so that he wouldn’t see him in the crowd and get distracted. One of Mika’s greatest regrets is that he lacks the ability to be in Valkyrie’s audience himself, watching Shu perform as a member of the adoring masses. Seeing Shu act is the closest he gets to witnessing that powerful stage presence at its fullest. He’d been devastated on closing night.
“Well, that’s nice, ain’t it? It means ya did well in the last one,” Mika says.
Shu seems pleased to hear that. “Yes, I suppose it’s flattering in its own way.” He sighs again and crosses his arms over his chest, casting his gaze towards the large window at the other end of the room. “Wataru just has a tendency to choose roles that push me far beyond my comfort zone.”
“I thought ya did a great job as Hakkai,” Mika says. “I mean, he’s nothin’ like ya, but the fact ya were convincin’ anyway just shows how talented ya are. Who’s Wataru got ya playin’ this time?”
“Kenji Dennis Wabiru, the…” Shu clears his throat and finishes his sentence in a low whisper. “Iconic charmer of the underworld.”
“I dunno who that is.”
“Ugh! Good!” Shu exclaims. He jumps out of his chair and begins pacing the length of the room. Mika tucks his knees up to his chest to keep his feet off the floor. Shu had once marched straight over his toes while contemplating something. “It’s vulgar, Mika, it honestly is. The implications behind being a ‘charmer’, as if I would ever do such things! It’s deplorable!”
Mika cocks his head. “Eh? It’s not like ya have to actually do any ‘charmin’’ in real life. It’s actin’.”
“Well - Well, yes and no!” Shu says. He stops in his tracks and presses his fingers to his temples. “Last time, Wataru made us get into character by forcing us to go to a farm and see the animals we were meant to be representing. It was disgusting, of course, but at least I bonded with the young piglet entrusted to me. But - ah, he wants us to do it again!”
“Visit some pigs? How’s that gonna help?”
“Not the pigs, you imbecile,” Shu says. “He wants me to try a different sort of method acting.”
It takes a second for Mika to put two and two together, but when he does, he sees red.
“He wants ya to seduce people?” He hops off the couch and starts pacing around himself, mimicking Shu’s trail across the room while hot tears sting his eyes. “No, no, no! I don’t want Oshi-san seducin’ anyone, ‘cus Oshi-san’s mine!”
Shu takes Mika by the shoulders and gently shakes him. “Kagehira, get ahold of yourself,” he says. “I’m not going to be seducing anyone. That would be absurd.”
Mika breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Good.” Then he frowns. “Then how are ya gonna do yer method acting?”
Shu closes his eyes and exhales sharply through his nose. “I… I have an idea. I would say you’re not going to like it, but in truth, I think you might like it too much.”
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Three days later, Mika is at the door of a hotel room. Shu had been cryptic about exactly what his plan entailed, but that morning he had sat Mika down and given him a few basic instructions. He would go an hour ahead of Mika to ‘get ready’, whatever that meant, and Mika would be at his door at exactly five in the evening. The only other order Mika had been given was to “play along”.
Mika isn’t quite sure what to expect. He figures Shu will be trying to flirt with him somehow, or maybe he’ll have to pretend to flirt with Shu while he takes notes. The thought of the latter makes him especially nervous. He’s never successfully flirted in his life. He essentially blundered his way into Shu’s heart, and making a concerted effort to clumsily woo him would probably just repel him instead. He just doesn’t know why they need a hotel room for that, especially one that’s so nice. Shu would never be caught dead in a cheap love hotel, of course, but Mika had walked under an opulent chandelier in the lobby.
At five o’clock, the door swings open, and Mika’s jaw drops. Shu is leaning in the doorway, wearing a wine-red shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up past the elbows. For a moment, Mika worries that he’s come too early and caught Shu halfway through dressing, but Shu gives no indication that he’s embarrassed. He’s looking at Mika through half-lidded eyes, and there’s a lazy smile on his face.
“So you’re the informant I’m working with today, hm?” Shu says, his voice low and sultry.
Mika already feels uncomfortably warm. He swallows nervously and nods. “Y-yeah, I think I am,” he mumbles. He casts his eyes down as he steps forward, afraid of letting his eyes rest on Shu’s chest for too long. Shu chuckles.
“There’s no need to be shy,” he coos. “I think we’re going to get along well, don’t you?”
“I - uh, I, um, yes,” Mika stutters. He allows himself to look directly at Shu again, and a rush of excitement floods his body at the sight of his Oshi-san acting so bold. He’s quickly revising his expectations of the situation already, and he decides he’s really going to like where this is going.
“Good boy,” Shu says. His fingers brush the underside of Mika’s chin, preventing him from looking away. “Ah, you’re gorgeous. Kansai men are always so handsome, but they can be difficult to crack. You’ll behave for me, won’t you?”
“Yeah,” Mika whispers. “Yeah, I definitely will.”
Shu laughs, a light, airy sound that makes Mika’s heart skip a beat. “That’s what I like to hear. Sit down for me, darling.”
Mika drops his backpack on the floor, walks to the bed as if he’s in a trance, and perches on the end of it. He’s not entirely convinced this isn’t a vivid wet dream, but the cool air of the room’s overactive AC pricks at his skin and reminds him that this is really happening. Shu stands before him, but keeps his distance. His eyes roam hungrily over Mika’s hunched form, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Just to let ya know, this ain’t gonna be easy fer ya,” Mika warns with a teasing edge to his voice. He hopes this is what Shu meant when he said to ‘play along’. “I don’t go tellin’ my secrets to just anybody.”
Shu crosses his arms and shifts his weight onto one side, accentuating his hips. “Oh? That’s a shame. I thought you wouldn’t put up too much of a fight.”
“It’s not a fight I’m lookin’ fer,” Mika says. “I just wanna know what’s in it fer me.”
Shu leans forward and rests his hands on Mika’s thighs. He’s so close that Mika can feel his breath on his cheek, and he shudders at the sensation. Even the barest touch against his clothed legs is enough to make his cock twitch with interest.
“Are we doing this the hard way, then?” he whispers.
“Maybe we are,” Mika whispers back.
That’s all it takes for Shu to sink to his knees. Mika sucks in a breath as everything catches up to him at once. This is real, this is happening, and the stuff of his fantasies has come to life. He’s had sex with Shu dozens of times before, but this is so different; Shu is so active and flirty and clearly turned on that it’s as if he’s been replaced entirely. He usually prefers to wait for Mika to approach him, then lie on his back in comfort while Mika works hard enough for the both of them. That’s fine – that’s good, even – but this sultry, sexy version of Shu is absolutely electrifying. The only downside is that it isn’t real. Mika has to remind himself that he’s just acting, just trying to get into character, probably not getting enjoyment out of this at all because he’s so disgusted by his own actions.
All of that rational thought flies out the window when Shu pushes his knees apart. The thick bulge in his jeans is obvious now, and Shu’s lavender eyes light up at the sight of it. He runs his hands up Mika’s thighs and stops just short of his fly.
“Excited already?” he teases.
“Y-yeah,” Mika groans. He looks down at Shu, his head positioned so close to where he needs it, and his body aches with want.
“I suppose I can give you a little taste of what’s to come,” Shu purrs. He leans forward and unzips Mika’s fly with his teeth, gazing straight into his partner’s eyes as he does. Mika gasps and rests his hand on the nape of Shu’s neck.
Shu’s eyes cloud over with lust when he frees Mika’s cock from his briefs. Mika is already fully erect, and a single bead of precum has formed at his slit. Shu’s first touch against his length is light, almost hesitant, even though they’ve done this so many times before. Mika is about to try and reassure him when Shu lowers his head and licks a long stripe up the side of Mika’s shaft, tonguing at the underside of his glans before suckling on his tip. Mika moans and grabs at the sheets beneath him.
“Ngh, fuck,” he says, breathy and strained. Shu closes his eyes and lowers his head, using his right hand to stroke what he can’t fit into his mouth while his left massages Mika’s balls. He bobs his head up and down, his tongue pressed against Mika’s cock as he sucks. The wet noises and soft groans from the back of his throat send sparks of pleasure down Mika’s spine.
“Shit,” he breathes. “Ya really are a great actor, Oshi-san.”
Shu’s expression hardens into a cold stare, and he pulls off of Mika’s dick with an audible pop. “Kagehira,” he warns.
“Sorry, sorry, yer just - yer really actin’ like yer lovin’ this, and it’s real hot, so please don’t stop!” He urgently jerks his hips forward, and his cock brushes against Shu’s cheek. Shu flushes red and looks away for a moment.
“I - Maybe I’m - hmph! You’re distracting me. Enough talking,” he says. “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”
He sinks back down on Mika’s cock with renewed enthusiasm. This time, instead of allowing his hand to work over Mika’s shaft, he digs his nails into Mika’s thighs and takes almost his entire length into his mouth. Mika grips the sheets as he feels himself hitting the back of Shu’s throat and lets out a shaky groan.
“Oh m’God,” he mumbles. He looks up at the ceiling and bites down on his lower lip in a futile attempt to draw this out for as long as possible. Shu is moaning softly around him now, creating blissful vibrations against the tip of Mika’s dick. With one last surge of effort, he draws in a deep breath through his nose and takes Mika down as far as he can go, his nose brushing against the thatch of dark hair below Mika’s abdomen. It takes all of Mika’s self-restraint not to buck forward into the irresistible heat of Shu’s throat, but when Shu swallows around him, he can’t help himself. He groans and grabs the back of Shu’s head with one hand, holding him in position as he ruts into his mouth.
“A-ah, since when have ya been able ta do this?” Mika pants out. Shu responds with a soft whimper, his grip on Mika’s thighs tightening as he gently fucks his throat. Mika squeezes his eyes shut and digs his fingers into Shu’s scalp, the telltale sign that he’s close to climax. Just as he tenses up, seconds away from finishing, Shu pulls off him and wraps his fist around the base of his cock. Mika lets out a noise halfway between a wail and a sob.
“No, no, y’can’t do that, please!” he hiccups. Shu smirks.
“What, did you think I would just let you cum? That’s cute,” he says. His voice is low and raspy from the strain against his vocal cords. He slowly drags his hand up and down Mika’s length, his grip too lose to provide any real relief. “Maybe if you tell me what I need to know, I’ll get you off.” He tilts his head to one side in a show of feigned ignorance. “Or did you say it wouldn’t be that easy?”
“It - I - It’s -” Mika stammers. His head is swimming now, and his cock is throbbing near-painfully from his denied release. He’s dimly aware that Shu wants him to keep playing along, but he’s too desperate to think of an intelligent response.
“Well, I suppose we can end this here if you have nothing to say to me.” Shu releases his hold altogether, and Mika whines. Shu sighs. “What a shame. This is usually my favorite part.”
“It’s in my bag!” Mika confesses in a rush. “It’s - the maps, the layouts of their bases - They’re all in my bag!”
He doesn’t actually have anything like that in his bag because he hadn’t had the foresight to prepare fake evidence in advance, but Shu seems satisfied with his answer. He chuckles and kisses the head of Mika’s cock.
“Good boy,” he whispers. “But I’m afraid that isn’t enough.”
“Wh-what?” Mika squeaks. “I don’t know anythin’ else, I swear!”
“Oh, I believe you,” Shu says. He brushes one finger along the underside of Mika’s shaft as he speaks. “But you’ve been so selfish, my dear informant, and I’ve spoiled you so.”
“Uh, in that case, I’m real sorry!” Mika says. He puts his hand on the back of Shu’s head again and urges him forward. “If ya let me cum, I’ll do ya too, I promise.”
Shu laughs. “That’s not what I mean, darling. I want to feel this -” He squeezes the base of Mika’s dick again. “- inside me.”
Mika swears he sees stars. He nods dumbly, tucks himself back into his pants, and stands up. He takes two staggering steps towards his bag before Shu grabs his ankle to stop him.
“Where are you going?” he says. He gets up from the floor and drapes himself over the bed, legs slightly spread to reveal the small bulge straining at his black pants.
“Um… Condom?” Mika says. Shu usually abhors post-sex cleanup, so Mika has learned to keep a condom or two on him at all times. To Mika’s astonishment, Shu shakes his head and beckons for him to come closer.
“Doesn’t it feel better without one?” he says. He pats the space between his legs. “I’m getting impatient, you know. Come here and fuck me.”
Mika looks helplessly between his bag and Shu a few times, but his lust wins over and steers him to the bed before he can think better of it. He kneels at the end of the bed and watches slack-jawed as Shu undoes his belt, the metal clinking as he tosses it to the floor.
“Yer so sexy, Oshi-san,” Mika breathes. Shu looks visibly shaken at Mika’s use of his usual title, but he recovers quickly and narrows his eyes at his partner.
“Don’t call me that,” he snaps. Mika blushes and nods furiously.
“I’m sorry, Osh- Um, Wabiru!” he says. Shu sighs and falls back against the pillow.
“Strip me,” he demands. “I don’t want to do it myself. I’ve had a long day, you know, and pleasuring an ungrateful amateur detective takes a lot out of a man.”
I’m a detective now? Mika thinks, but he doesn’t waste any time in clambering over to Shu and undoing his shirt buttons. He pauses after he finishes, watching as the fabric slides down his sides and exposes his chest. He can’t help but lean over and slide his tongue over one of Shu’s nipples, pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger. Shu shrieks and writhes beneath him.
“Ah, what are you doing?” he cries, but he sounds all too pleased with this development.
“Sorry,” Mika mumbles against his chest, not sounding particularly sorry at all. Shu is sensitive here, and even if they’re pretending to be strangers, Mika wants to use his knowledge to his advantage. “Anyone ever told ya that ya have nice tits?”
“On occasion - ah!” Shu moans. Mika shifts over and sucks at Shu’s other nipple, allowing his hand to fall to Shu’s crotch. He kneads at the tent in his pants with the heel of his hand, and Shu eagerly rocks against him as a litany of whines falls from his lips.
“D’ya have lube?” Mika asks as he fumbles with Shu’s zipper. Shu grins and shakes his head, and Mika frowns. “Then what’s yer plan?”
“Didn’t I tell you to strip me?”
Mika dutifully obeys his orders. He isn’t sure he wants to do this with his spit, but he’s so desperate that he’d probably try it with anything at this point. He gets Shu’s pants off and tosses them onto the floor beside his belt, then does the same to his briefs. It’s only once Shu spreads his legs again that he realizes exactly what he’s had planned.
“Oh my God, yer jokin’,” he whispers as he spots the end of a glass anal plug buried in Shu’s hole, the base shaped like a translucent pink rose.
“Like what you see?” Shu says. He’s shamelessly presenting himself to Mika now, legs lifted to give him a better view. Mika’s fingers tremble as they curl around the base of the plug, working it in and out of Shu in short, shallow thrusts. A drop of lube spills out of him, dripping down the curve of his ass and rolling down his thigh. Mika had gone half-soft since they made it to the bed, but the feeling of glass beneath his fingertips is more than enough to reignite his interest. He wants to tease Shu for hours, to keep marveling at the way Shu twists and arches beneath him, but he doesn’t have the self-restraint to draw this out any longer. After a moment, he pulls the plug all the way out, wrenching a guttural moan out of Shu when the widest part catches on his rim.
“Yer enjoyin’ this too much,” Mika mutters. He undoes his jeans and pulls them and his briefs down to his knees. “I’m startin’ ta think ya fuck people ‘cus ya like it, not ‘cus it gets ya any special information.”
Shu shrugs. A smug grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he speaks. “Obviously,” he says. “If I wanted to be efficient, I’d just torture you. But where’s the fun in that?”
Mika suppresses the urge to mention that he wouldn’t mind that either and positions himself over Shu instead. He’s only barely managing to look put together, his lips swollen and his hair wild from the blowjob, and Mika is struck by the sudden desire to wreck him entirely. He grabs Shu’s waist with one hand and uses the other to line himself up with Shu’s hole. In a moment of daring, he doesn’t push in straight away, letting his cock brush against his entrance without penetrating him. Shu tolerates it for a few seconds, but his patience quickly wears thin. It only takes one impatient growl for Mika to take the hint and thrust forward.
Even with the prep, Shu is still impossibly tight around him. He lets out a low hiss as he slowly sinks into Shu, enveloping his cock in blissful heat. Shu is already grasping the sheets so hard his knuckles are going white, and his entire body trembles with the effort of accepting Mika into his body. He exhales sharply and shuts his eyes tightly when Mika bottoms out.
“Are ya okay?” Mika whispers.
“Yes, just - mmh! - big!” Shu chokes out.
“I’m gonna move now,” Mika warns him. Shu doesn’t protest, so he pulls out halfway before gradually pushing back in. It takes a few slow thrusts for Shu to loosen his grip on the sheets, and Mika takes that as his cue to speed up. He builds up a steady rhythm in no time, forcing a whimper out of Shu with each rough thrust.
Without warning, Shu grabs Mika by the shirt and pulls him down, bringing him so close that their foreheads nearly touch. Mika breaks his momentum out of surprise, and Shu whines.
“Don’t stop,” he pants out, jerking his hips up to create the friction himself. “I’ll - I’ll chain you to the bed with your own handcuffs if you can’t do it right!”
Mika growls. His head drops to Shu’s shoulder as he shoves in as hard as he can, and Shu nearly screams. He wraps his arms around Mika and claws at his back, leaving angry red marks through Mika’s thin t-shirt. “Yes, yes, that’s it!” he cries. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, Mika!”
The sound of sticky skin against skin fills the room as Mika drives deep into Shu’s wet hole, desperately chasing his own release after having been so painfully denied earlier. The sounds he’s making are unlike anything Mika’s ever gotten out of him before, and he’s bucking his hips to meet each of Mika’s movements instead of lying completely still. Amongst all his incoherent moaning, the one word that makes itself clear over and over again is Mika, Mika, Mika.
He must be enjoying this beyond the demands of his method acting, and the realization that Mika is actually pleasuring Shu instead of the character he’s trying to emulate makes his dick throb inside him. He rams into Shu so hard that he actually sobs, arching his back off the bed as Mika pounds into his prostate.
“Oh God, oh God, oh m’God,” Shu cries. He’s slurring his words now, lost to his own desire, alternating between chanting a ruined version of Mika’s name and long strings of obscenities. A thin bead of sweat rolls down his flushed face as he quivers with ecstasy, and after a particularly brutal thrust, he keens and digs his fingers into the nape of Mika’s neck.
Mika grits his teeth and shuts his eyes, his abs burning with the effort of keeping up the pace Shu is begging for. He loses all semblance of rhythm when Shu reaches down to jerk himself off and comes with a broken moan, his walls contracting around Mika as he spills onto his stomach. Mika barely manages to pull out before coming himself, and it only takes two quick pumps before he’s shooting thick ropes of cum into the mess that Shu already made.
Mika rips off his t-shirt, suddenly all too aware of how warm he is, and uses it to half-assedly wipe Shu’s stomach before he collapses onto the bed. Shu wrinkles his nose.
“Kagehira, that’s repulsive.”
“Nngh, it’ll come out in the wash. It’s old, anyway.”
Shu inspects the hem of his own unbuttoned shirt, verifies that it isn’t stained, and throws his arm over his face as if to shield himself from the disapproval of the world. They lie in silence for a moment, gazing at the ceiling until they’ve each caught their breath. Shu is the first to speak again.
“What did you think?”
“What, of the sex?” Mika says. “Amazin’. Insane. Insane-mazin’.”
“Not the sex, you fool,” Shu reprimands him. “My performance. Was I convincing? Did you feel the irresistible charms of the seducer of the underworld?”
“Oh, definitely,” Mika mumbles dreamily. Shu lightly slaps his shoulder.
“Tell me more, Kagehira. I need specifics. What worked well? How can I improve?”
“Um, the head was really good, yer tits looked great, and the butt plug thing was crazy. When did ya even buy that?” he said. Shu’s cheeks turn pink.
“Not important,” he says. He rolls onto his side, facing away from Mika. “I’ll ask you for feedback when your head is clear.”
“Mmkay,” Mika says. He scoots over and puts his arm around Shu. “Y’know, I think I’m gonna send Wataru a real nice gift basket or somethin’. Maybe a bottle of wine. Just somethin' ta say thanks fer choosin’ this role fer ya, y'know?”
Shu groans and covers his face with his hands. “Don't you dare. I’m the one who has to face him at rehearsals after this.”