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FIC: Unmasked, Part 9 of 25
Title: Unmasked, Part 9 of 25
Rating: NC-17 overall
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita (Embracing Love)
Pairing: Kikuchi/Onozuka, Miyasaka/Onozuka
Characters: Kikuchi, Onozuka, Miyasaka
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this story; consider it a little wish fulfillment on my part.
Word count: ~5,830
Sequel to: Unexpected Opportunities, Comeback (Part 1 and Part 2), Forgiveness, Firsts, First Date (Part 1 and Part 2), Going Steady (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6), Audition (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Cookout (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Press Conference (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Sanctuary, The Prince vs. the Groupie (Part 1, Part 2), Family Visit: Tokyo (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5), Gigolo (Part 1, Part 2), Yoshizumi's Night Out (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3), Family Visit: Okinawa (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5), and Interlude. The series also includes two side-stories that are outside of the main timeline: Valentine's Day Surprise and Strictly Business.
Summary: Onozuka and Kikuchi's scheming has an unintended effect on Miyasaka.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
***
"Well, that didn't exactly go as planned," Kikuchi muttered to himself as he got dressed in the living room. The threesome crack had probably been a bad idea. It had been his own idea to have Miyasaka see him staking his claim on Onozuka, of course, but the look of awe on Miyasaka's face as he had stared at his friend in an entirely new light had given Kikuchi second thoughts about his brilliant plan. He didn't want anyone looking at his prince that way, and he'd said what he'd believed would scare Miyasaka off as quickly as possible, and it had worked.
Unfortunately, it had also angered Onozuka, but Kikuchi had expected that--although he hadn't expected to be thrown off the bed with such force. But still, Onozuka's anger had pleased him in a way, because it meant that Onozuka didn't want to share or be shared, either.
No, what had really upset Onozuka much more than Kikuchi had planned was his declaration of his true intentions. Kikuchi had thought that Onozuka had only needed a little prodding to finally accept that their relationship was a serious one--all the signs had been laid out for him, as Kikuchi had so logically pointed out.
Except that the heart wasn't ruled by logic, and Kikuchi had made a grave miscalculation: he had allowed his jealousy and impatience to push for a commitment before Onozuka was ready, and now Kikuchi was in the doghouse again. In his defense, he wasn't sure that Onozuka would ever be ready if left to his own devices, so some pushing would have been required no matter what. Still, Kikuchi hadn't expected such violent resistance to his overtures, and he cast a worried glance back in the direction of the bedroom, wondering if he should try to apologize.
Kikuchi immediately decided against it. Onozuka was much too upset now to listen to reason, and trying to smooth things over would only antagonize him further. It was probably better to let him calm down overnight and try again tomorrow. Kikuchi tried to tell himself that Onozuka's resistance was a good sign, in a roundabout way--if he didn't care about Kikuchi, Onozuka wouldn't be so frightened by the idea of falling in love with him. If he was nothing more to Onozuka than a convenient sex partner, Onozuka would merely have smiled at him kindly and said that he was very flattered and that he admired Kikuchi-san very much, but he wasn't interested in having a serious relationship at this point in his career. The Prince would never have lost control to the point of trying to injure the lead actor of the movie (that clock would have left a nasty bruise at the very least if it had hit him) unless he really did care about Kikuchi.
That was what Kikuchi hoped, anyway. It all sounded very convincing in his head, but he had a strong suspicion, bordering on dread, that he might have gone a little too far this time, and that winning Onozuka's forgiveness would require more than a home-cooked dinner.
Well, there was nothing more he could do tonight except go home and wait for Onozuka to calm down. Kikuchi sighed and left the apartment, but on his way out, encountered Miyasaka sitting in the building's stairwell with a dazed look on his face.
"You!" Miyasaka said accusingly as he scrambled to his feet. "What the hell were you trying to pull back there?! If that was supposed to be a joke, it wasn't funny! You haven't been interested in me since you found out I was only using you as a substitute for Iwaki-san, so I know you don't really want a threesome!" He paused and asked uncertainly, "Do you?"
"No, Miya-chan," Kikuchi replied mockingly. "I was just trying to prove a point to both of you."
"Which is?" Miyasaka demanded.
"That Yuu belongs to me," Kikuchi growled, giving the younger man his most menacing look. Miyasaka started to back away from him, then stopped and glared at him defiantly.
"Yeah? Well, you have a funny way of showing it, inviting someone else into your lover's bed!"
"I suppose it's too subtle for you to comprehend, Miya-chan," Kikuchi said condescendingly. "But don't worry, Yuu understood what I meant."
"Don't talk down to me and don't call me 'Miya-chan'!" Miyasaka snapped. "Onozuka is the only one who's allowed to call me that! And if your darling Yuu is so understanding, why are you out here instead of in his bed? I bet he threw you out, didn't he?"
Kikuchi scowled at his rival, who smirked at him in satisfaction. Miyasaka wasn't as dumb as he looked, and Kikuchi grudgingly raised his estimation of the young actor up a few notches. "He's a little irritated with me right now," Kikuchi replied coolly, feigning unconcern. "But he'll forgive me; he always does." He leaned in close to Miyasaka, who flinched away in spite of himself. "He knows how much I care about him," Kikuchi purred, with more confidence than he felt. "He knows that I'm the only one who can truly satisfy him."
"You're such an arrogant jerk!" Miyasaka said in disgust. "And that little act you put on was completely unnecessary--I've never thought of Onozuka as anything but a friend! We're like brothers; the thought of us getting romantic or having sex is just...well, unthinkable!"
Kikuchi raised one eyebrow skeptically and let his gaze drop down to the bulge in Miyasaka's jeans; the Prince in all his naked glory seemed to have made quite an impression on his "brother." Miyasaka flushed and his hands automatically dropped down to cover his crotch, until he either realized how silly he looked or that it was pointless since Kikuchi had already seen his erection, and he allowed his hands to drop to his side.
"Whatever," Kikuchi said with an indifferent shrug, brushing past Miyasaka as he continued down the stairs. "Just remember that Yuu is mine."
"You seem pretty certain of that, you conceited son of a bitch," Miyasaka snarled. "He's not some toy that you can own, and knowing Onozuka, I bet he wouldn't take kindly to being treated like a possession." That remark struck home, and Kikuchi turned to glare at Miyasaka, who smirked again and taunted him, "Oh, is that why he threw you out?"
Kikuchi had definitely underestimated Miyasaka. He fought the urge to punch the younger actor in the face, and for the first time, felt a fleeting, ironic sympathy for Katou. "Yuu is mine," Kikuchi growled. "He might love you as a friend, but you'll never be his lover. Oh sure, you have a pretty face, and if he could set aside his feelings of friendship, he might be willing to give you a quick tumble, but you could never be anything more than a casual fuck to him." Miyasaka spluttered with incoherent denials and indignation, and Kikuchi continued, "You're too simple-minded to hold the interest of someone as complicated as Yuu for very long; he'd get bored with you after a few weeks at most--probably sooner."
"We've been friends for years!" Miyasaka protested, then hastily added, "Not that I want to be his lover!"
Kikuchi knew that he'd gone too far with Miyasaka, but he was too frustrated and angry and jealous to care at the moment. He wanted to take out his bad mood on someone, and Miyasaka was a convenient target.
"Sure, he keeps you around," Kikuchi sneered. "But it's because of your simple-mindedness--you're like his pet puppy. It's comforting to have a dog to play fetch with and greet you when you come home from work, but that doesn't mean that you consider the dog an equal. Come to think of it, maybe that's why he keeps Katou around, too--Katou has always reminded me of a golden retriever." Despite his anger, Kikuchi smiled a little at the thought--Katou was certainly as loyal as a dog, willing to attack anyone who threatened his master.
"You asshole!" Miyasaka shouted at Kikuchi as he headed down the stairs. "I hope that Onozuka dumps you!"
"In your dreams, Miya-chan!" Kikuchi retorted, determined to have the last word.
***
"And don't call me Miya-chan!" Miyasaka shouted, but Kikuchi was already out of sight. He turned and stormed back into the apartment, then paused in the living room, realizing that he wasn't sure if he could face Onozuka right now. No matter how much he tried to purge it from his mind, the image of Onozuka lying naked on the bed, moaning and writhing as Kikuchi fucked him, played over and over in Miyasaka's head like a video on an endless loop.
"This is crazy," Miyasaka muttered. Onozuka was like a brother to him--he had never once thought of him in a sexual way before! He had seen Onozuka half-dressed or in his underwear on numerous occasions, and even stark naked a few times, but it had never been a big deal, any more than getting undressed around other guys in the gym locker room was. Why had he never noticed before how beautiful Onozuka was? Almost as beautiful as Iwaki-san, in fact...
Miyasaka felt a sudden twinge of guilt at that traitorous thought, as if he'd been caught in an act of infidelity, which was ridiculous--Iwaki wasn't and never would be his lover, so it wasn't as if he was cheating on Iwaki by thinking about someone else. In fact, both Iwaki and Katou would probably be happy and relieved if he was able to forget about Iwaki and take another lover.
But...for that lover to be Onozuka? It was just unthinkable! Except that Miyasaka couldn't stop thinking about it now that Kikuchi had brought the possibility up (even if only to immediately dismiss it), and he couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful Onozuka was and how hot it had been to hear him moan like that. He found himself wondering what it would be like if it had been him between Onozuka's legs instead of Kikuchi, what it would feel like to be buried inside a man's body instead of a woman's, and how it would feel to shatter Onozuka's princely composure and make him completely lose control...
Miyasaka quickly shook himself out of that daydream, horrified to realize that he was getting hard fantasizing about having sex with his best friend--or to be accurate, getting harder than he had been to start with.
"What is wrong with me?!" he groaned out loud.
"Miya-chan?" Onozuka's voice called out, sounding unusually subdued and hesitant.
The vulnerability in his voice, so completely out of character for the Prince, awakened a protective instinct in Miyasaka. He could worry about his own problems later; right now he needed to make sure Onozuka was okay. Besides, it was a distinct relief to be distracted from those very disturbing thoughts and fantasies.
But there was a slight problem... Miyasaka blushed as glanced down at his crotch, then pulled his jacket closed and buttoned it, tugging it down over his hips. It was just long enough to disguise his erection, as long as one didn't look too closely. Hopefully Onozuka would be too distracted to notice.
He headed to Onozuka's room and cautiously peered through the open door. Onozuka was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking rather morose. Miyasaka noted with relief that Onozuka had pulled the blanket over his lap to hide his nudity, although it still exposed a good deal more of his skin than Miyasaka was comfortable with at the moment.
"Onozuka?" Miyasaka said cautiously, and his friend looked up and gave him a half-hearted smile.
"Sorry about all that craziness earlier. I'm not sure what got into Kikuchi tonight."
Onozuka spoke in a light tone of voice, but it sounded brittle, not quite hiding the tension beneath it--again out of character for the Prince, who always played his roles perfectly, never letting people see anything other than what he wanted them to see. And for once Onozuka wasn't wearing his princely mask, or the more relaxed expression of mischievous humor that he permitted Miyasaka and Katou to see. Instead, he looked unhappy and bewildered and somehow lost.
That overcame Miyasaka's apprehension, and he entered the room, stepping over the broken pieces of a clock that Onozuka had apparently thrown at the wall--or at Kikuchi. I wish he'd hit the bastard, Miyasaka thought sourly. There was a small dent in the wall, which probably meant that Miyasaka wasn't going to get his security deposit back, but right now he was less worried about the money and more worried about the fact that Onozuka had lost control enough to get physically violent. Sure, sometimes Onozuka would swat him and Katou, and he might have non-lethally poisoned Asano, but the first was merely a playful gesture and the second a carefully calculated revenge. Onozuka might get mad, but he never lost it to the point where he started throwing stuff around. Miyasaka and Katou might, in extreme circumstances, but the Ice Prince? Never.
Miyasaka sat down on the bed next to his friend, placing a comforting hand on Onozuka's shoulder. He found himself acutely aware of the sensation of Onozuka's skin beneath his hand--smooth and warm and still slightly damp with sweat--but he tried, with limited success, to put it out of his mind.
"Hey, are you okay?" Miyasaka asked gently. "I ran into Kikuchi as he was leaving, and he was saying some weird stuff about how you belong to him and I can't have you."
"Right, as if you'd want me," Onozuka snorted, with a laugh that rang a little hollow.
"Yeah, that's totally crazy, isn't it?" Miyasaka laughed, and he knew that he didn't sound any more convincing than Onozuka had.
There was a long, awkward silence, which Miyasaka finally broke by asking, "So what happened between you and Kikuchi-san?"
"I'm not sure," Onozuka said, fear mingling with confusion in his voice. "When we first started sleeping together, he said--well, he let me think that he only wanted a casual relationship, but now he says that he was serious about me all along. He was saying what you said, that I belong to him, and that he doesn't want to play games anymore. But at the same time, he's been playing games with me all along." He threw up his hands in frustration. "I just don't know what to think anymore!"
"I thought you told me and Katou that you were madly in love with Kikuchi," Miyasaka said with a puzzled frown, and Onozuka rolled his eyes, looking more like his old self.
"What, are you talking about the time that I introduced him to you guys at the cookout? I was only trying to yank Katou's chain, that's all."
"Then...you don't love him?" Miyasaka asked hopefully--and then wondered why he should be feeling hopeful. We're like brothers, he tried to remind himself.
"I..." Onozuka's voice faltered, and a look of sheer panic filled his eyes. "I don't...I can't...damn it, I never would've slept with him in the first place if I knew this was going to happen!"
Onozuka was literally shaking, and Miyasaka grasped his friend by the shoulders, saying, "Whoa, calm down, Onozuka! It's okay." Everything was most definitely not okay, but Miyasaka didn't know what else to say. "Everything will be all right," he said firmly, as if he could make it so by pure force of will.
"I don't know what to do," Onozuka whispered helplessly, and he looked so lost that Miyasaka slipped an arm around Onozuka's shoulders to comfort him--a bit awkwardly, since their friendship wasn't of the touchy-feely sort, aside from a clap on the back or a playful smack on the head.
Onozuka leaned against him, and Miyasaka swallowed hard, belatedly realizing that his well-meant gesture might have been a mistake. He could feel the warmth of Onozuka's body against his side, could feel Onozuka's bare skin beneath his hand. Onozuka's head was resting on his shoulder, and when Miyasaka tilted his own head slightly, he could feel Onozuka's soft hair tickling his nose. God, he could even smell Onozuka--the scent of the Gigolo cologne he'd started wearing ever since he'd done the ad campaign, overlaid with a muskier hint of sweat and sex. The throbbing in his groin had subsided while he'd been worrying about Onozuka, but now he found himself getting hard again, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to remember why he shouldn't be having thoughts like this about his best friend. Right at this moment, he felt like he had never wanted anyone so badly in his life--maybe not even Iwaki.
He took a deep breath, trying to cool his head, then noticed that the blanket had slipped a little, exposing Onozuka's hipbones and a tantalizing hint of golden hair. Miyasaka's mouth felt dry, and he swallowed again. He had almost forgotten that Onozuka was blond down there, too, although he'd noticed it once when they had been showering and changing at the studio after a particularly messy fight scene for their old drama. "So you're a natural blond," he had joked, and Onozuka had smacked him hard with a wet towel, and he'd given it no further thought...until now.
"Onozuka," Miyasaka croaked out in a hoarse voice.
"Hmm?" Onozuka asked, lifting his head from Miyasaka's shoulder. His mouth was only a few inches away from Miyasaka's, and Miyasaka just couldn't help himself--self-control had never been his strong point, anyway. He leaned in and kissed Onozuka.
Onozuka let out a startled little yelp, and Miyasaka took advantage of the opportunity to slip his tongue between Onozuka's parted lips. His friend made a small, muffled noise that might have been a protest, and it suddenly dawned on Miyasaka that Onozuka might inflict a nasty revenge on him, depending on how outraged he was by Miyasaka's advances. One never knew with Onozuka--it might be nothing more than a smack on the head, or he might arrange to publicly humiliate Miyasaka when he least expected it. But it was too late to take back that impulsive kiss, so Miyasaka figured that if he was going to be punished anyway, he might as well make it worth his while.
He reached up with one hand to firmly cradle the back of Onozuka's head and hold him in place, although right now he seemed too stunned to try and break off the kiss. Encouraged, Miyasaka kissed him harder, letting his tongue slide over Onozuka's. Onozuka made another muffled noise--an eager little moan this time instead of a protest--and then he was returning the kiss, his tongue actively caressing Miyasaka's, his lips pressing hungrily against Miyasaka's mouth.
That little moan he made went straight to Miyasaka's groin, igniting a hot surge of lust that burned away any lingering traces of rationality that might have stopped him from doing the unthinkable and possibly risking his friendship with Onozuka. He pushed Onozuka down on the bed, kissing him relentlessly to muffle any objections that Onozuka might make. Onozuka didn't seem to be making any, though--he was returning Miyasaka's kisses passionately, and damn if the Ice Prince wasn't a great kisser! How had a guy who lived like a monk managed to learn to kiss like that? Had he picked up his skill from Kikuchi? That thought made Miyasaka jealous, and he kissed Onozuka with such force that his teeth nearly cut the inside of his mouth.
Onozuka whimpered, and Miyasaka wasn't sure if it was a sound of pleasure or pain, but he eased off, not wanting to hurt his friend. He shifted his weight slightly and suddenly became aware of something hard pressing against his hip, letting him know that he wasn't the only one who was aroused.
Miyasaka reached down and wrapped one hand around Onozuka's erection, giving it a cautious stroke. His experience with men was limited to his attack on Iwaki and his brief drunken make-out session with Kikuchi, and part of Miyasaka's mind was gibbering, Oh my God, I'm touching another guy's dick! (Not to mention that it wasn't just any guy, but his best friend that he was touching!)
He was on the verge of freaking out when Onozuka broke off their kiss to moan loudly, and that sound immediately wiped out all of his reservations. Onozuka had always been the one in control of their friendship--in fact, he had been the one who had initiated it when Miyasaka had first signed on with the agency a few years ago. Most of the other young actors had treated him as a rival, snubbing him and in some cases, trying to bully him, as if he'd walked into the middle of a high school clique. But for some reason that Miyasaka had never fully understood, Onozuka had welcomed him and taken Miyasaka under his wing, and they'd soon become fast friends.
Onozuka was the one who would scold Miyasaka when he got out of line, or bail him out when he got into trouble. He was often the butt of Onozuka's jokes, but at the same time, Onozuka had stuck by him through his worst moments, even when he didn't deserve it. So although Miyasaka sometimes grumbled about Onozuka's high-handed ways, he was content to follow his friend's lead. Miyasaka might not be as clever as Onozuka, but he was clever enough to appreciate his friend's loyalty--and to know his own limitations. Onozuka was right ninety-nine percent of the time, and stubborn enough that the remaining one percent wasn't worth arguing about.
But to hear that moan and to know that for once, he had made the Ice Prince lose control, was absolutely intoxicating. Miyasaka's hand moved on Onozuka with more confidence now--after all, he reasoned, it wasn't that different from jerking himself off, right? Onozuka let out more of those lovely moans, exciting Miyasaka further. His own cock throbbed in response, and pretty soon just touching and kissing Onozuka wasn't enough. He slipped his free hand between Onozuka's legs and let his fingers brush against that small, puckered opening--it was wet and slick, no doubt from the earlier preparations of his and Kikuchi's lovemaking. The reminder that Kikuchi had been inside Onozuka just a little while ago filled Miyasaka with jealousy, and he started to push a finger inside Onozuka, savoring that tight warmth...
And then a foot planted itself in the middle of Miyasaka's stomach and kicked hard, knocking the wind out of him--and knocking him off the bed. He hit the floor and instinctively curled into a ball, his hands clutching at his stomach as he let out a breathless gasp of pain.
***
Onozuka sat up, panting with both lust and anger as he glared down at his friend. He never should have let things get this far, but he'd temporarily lost his mind when Miyasaka had kissed him. Back when Miyasaka had first grown infatuated with Iwaki, Onozuka had realized from his own feelings of jealousy that his affection for his friend was more than platonic. However, Onozuka was practical above all else, and he'd realized that with Miyasaka's distorted notions of what was and wasn't "manly," any attempt at a romance with him was doomed to failure and would probably wreck their comfortable friendship in the process. So for the sake of preserving that friendship, Onozuka had ruthlessly quashed his feelings, refusing to allow himself to fantasize about Miyasaka sexually, not even in his innermost thoughts. As a kid, he had sometimes pictured Kikuchi in his wank fantasies, but that had been safe because he had never dreamed at the time that it could become a reality. Fantasizing about someone that he lived and worked with on a daily basis was just asking for trouble, so he simply didn't think about it. Unlike Miyasaka, Onozuka had plenty of self-control and a lifetime's worth of experience in suppressing his emotions.
(For that matter, he had never allowed himself to think about Katou in a sexual way, either. Katou didn't seem to have any gender role hang-ups, but he was hopelessly in love with Iwaki, and Onozuka wasn't the type to waste time pining over someone or something he couldn't have.)
But when Miyasaka had kissed him, it had shocked Onozuka so much that his defenses had shut down for a brief moment, and all that repressed desire had come surging to the forefront--helped in part by the fact that his body was still aroused by his and Kikuchi's interrupted lovemaking. It had been so easy to let his body override his brain and indulge in the secret fantasy that he had never quite dared to picture. And it was also a heady, exhilarating feeling to know that for once, all of Miyasaka's attention and desire was focused on him, not Iwaki.
But the sensation of Miyasaka's fingers tentatively probing at him had snapped him back to reality like a splash of cold water, and he'd violently kicked Miyasaka off the bed without thinking. He was appalled--as much at himself as he was at Miyasaka, although he was pretty upset with his friend at the moment, too. First Kikuchi and now Miyasaka--had the entire fucking world gone completely mad? The only thing that could have shocked Onozuka more would be if Iwaki suddenly appeared and tried to jump his bones.
"Jeez, you didn't have to kick me that hard, Onozuka," Miyasaka wheezed, clutching at his stomach.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?!" Onozuka shouted.
Miyasaka blushed and struggled into a sitting position, wincing in pain, arms still wrapped around his stomach. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. "I wasn't thinking. I just..."
"That's right, you weren't thinking, you idiot!" Onozuka retorted, leaning down to slap Miyasaka on the head, hard. Instead of protesting, Miyasaka just grunted, and stared up at him with plaintive and confused eyes.
"I don't know what happened," he whispered. "I just know that tonight I saw you in a completely different light." Miyasaka's gaze traveled over Onozuka's body in a decidedly less than brotherly way, and Onozuka had to fight the urge to cover himself up, like a virgin schoolgirl who had unexpectedly been walked in on while undressing. "I never realized before how beautiful you are, Onozuka," Miyasaka said huskily.
His voice wasn't quite as sexy as Kikuchi's when he spoke in that same low, husky tone, but Onozuka's body still responded to it, and a small part of his mind couldn't help thinking about what might have happened if he hadn't stopped Miyasaka just now. Which aroused him further and made him angrier, because damn it, he didn't need any distractions when he already had to deal with the problem of Kikuchi's earlier confession!
"That's just because you're impressionable, like a kid wanting a new toy because he saw someone else playing with it!" Onozuka snapped.
Miyasaka frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I don't think that's it..."
"I don't care!" Onozuka shouted. "Nothing is going to happen between us, understand?"
"But--" Miyasaka started to protest.
"Nothing!" Onozuka insisted. "We're going to chalk this up to temporary insanity and forget that it ever happened!"
"But Onozuka, don't you think we should talk about--?"
"No!" Onozuka snapped. Miyasaka was still staring at him with a hungry and slightly wistful look, like a dog eyeing a juicy bone that was just out of reach--which was very disturbing and disconcerting for Onozuka. He decided that it would be safer to cover up, after all, and hastily pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Go take a cold shower, Miya-chan," he ordered in a stern voice, trying to regain control of the situation.
Miyasaka automatically stood up and began moving towards the bathroom, obeying him out of force of habit. Onozuka relaxed slightly until Miyasaka stopped after a few steps and turned around, saying hesitantly, "But Onozuka...?"
It was time for more drastic measures, Onozuka decided. He stalked to the kitchen while Miyasaka trailed after him, moving slowly and slightly stooped over, as if his stomach still hurt. Onozuka felt a faint twinge of guilt, but mostly he was angry with both Miyasaka and Kikuchi for ruining his peace of mind, and he sort of wished that he'd kicked Kikuchi as well when he'd had the chance.
"I'm not Iwaki-san," Onozuka said in a cold voice. "I won't forgive you if you try to force yourself on me, so don't even think about trying to sneak into my room tonight."
"I wouldn't do something like that!" Miyasaka exclaimed indignantly, sounding genuinely horrified.
"Good," Onozuka said. "But since you're prone to acting without thinking, I'm going to lock my bedroom door tonight, just to be on the safe side."
"You don't have to do that!"
"And also..." Onozuka pulled out the largest and sharpest knife that they owned. "I'm keeping this on the nightstand, and I'm giving you advance warning that anything you try to stick inside me, I'm going to cut off."
"Onozuka!" Miyasaka yelped, his hands reflexively flying down to shield his crotch. "I told you I wasn't going to do anything!"
"Good," Onozuka repeated with satisfaction. "I'm glad that we understand each other. Now run along and take that cold shower like a good boy."
Miyasaka fled for the safety of the bathroom, and a moment later, Onozuka heard the door slam and the lock click shut, and then the sound of running water. Onozuka didn't really believe that he'd need the knife, but he'd figured that the threat would help to dampen Miyasaka's ardor, and it had worked most effectively.
Onozuka returned to his room, locking the door and leaving the knife on the nightstand as promised. He thought that his virtue was safe from Miyasaka, but it couldn't hurt to take precautions. If only Kikuchi could be dealt with as easily...
He sighed heavily, kicking the broken clock into a corner of the room, to be cleaned up later. Maybe he should have thrown something else at Kikuchi--he needed to set the alarm to get up in time for work tomorrow. Fortunately, he had a small travel clock that he used when he went on trips for location shoots, and he set that on the nightstand next to the knife. But that still didn't resolve the main problem of what to do about Kikuchi: to either break up with him or to take the next step of becoming a real couple.
Onozuka flopped down on the bed, wondering why the second option terrified him so much--they had, as Kikuchi had pointed out, been exclusively dating for all practical purposes. (He wasn't even going to think about the first option right now.) It was supposed to be a casual affair, but Onozuka hadn't wanted to sleep with anyone else, nor had he wanted Kikuchi to sleep with anyone but him. But as long as the exclusivity had been unspoken, it had been easy to pretend that it was merely a casual, convenient relationship that could be broken off at any time. They had been enjoying each other's company and the sex had been great--Onozuka had been happy with the status quo. Damn Kikuchi, anyway, for messing up a perfectly good arrangement!
Except that maybe it wasn't so perfect, since Kikuchi apparently had not been satisfied with it. He always jokingly complained about Onozuka's attachment to Miyasaka and Katou, but now it seemed that it wasn't a joke after all, and he really had been jealous. And if Onozuka was going to be honest with himself, he got jealous when other men showed an interest in Kikuchi, too...
But his mind quickly shied away from that thought. He wasn't like Katou, who could just open his heart to another person and wholeheartedly fling himself into a love affair without thinking about the consequences. Onozuka liked to be in control of a situation at all times, and love was messy and chaotic and unpredictable. And judging by Katou and Miyasaka's behavior, it often caused people to act like idiots.
Which reminded Onozuka of another reason why he was angry at Kikuchi, and he gratefully allowed his attention to be diverted from the subject of love. This whole mess with Miyasaka was all Kikuchi's fault! He had specifically told Kikuchi the story of how Katou's attempt to claim Iwaki in front of Miyasaka had only fueled the flames of desire, but Kikuchi had still gone ahead and done the same damn thing as Katou. And now Onozuka was stuck with the problem of dealing with a lovesick Miyasaka--or rather, a horny Miyasaka, because Onozuka didn't believe for one minute that Miyasaka was actually in love with him. He was merely struggling with the idea of being attracted to men, and he'd gotten turned on when he'd seen Onozuka and Kikuchi having sex. It was a perfectly normal reaction, though inconvenient and annoying for Onozuka.
Things were probably going awkward between them for a few days, but Miyasaka should get over this brief fit of lust easily enough. If necessary, Onozuka would take him to a gay bar to get laid and get it out of his system. He ought to be relieved that his best friend wasn't in love with him...so why did that thought make him feel even more annoyed? He tried to tell himself that it was because he was offended that Miyasaka was unconsciously using him as some sort of substitute for Iwaki.
Or maybe it was just that he couldn't think straight because he was too damned horny--he should have waited until Kikuchi had made him come before kicking his lover out of bed. Onozuka knew that he wouldn't be able to get to sleep until he took care of that problem, and since a cold shower was out of the question right now, he set about relieving his frustration in a more direct manner.
Since he was angry at both of them, Onozuka tried not to think about either Kikuchi or Miyasaka, and tried to focus solely on the sensation of his own hand moving on his cock. But he couldn't help remembering how good sex with Kikuchi always was, and he also couldn't stop thinking about the recent guilty pleasure of Miyasaka's hands and mouth on his body...
He pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his groan as he came, with blurred images of both Kikuchi and Miyasaka in his mind. Afterwards, he lay there breathing heavily, feeling confused--and despite that intense orgasm--completely unsatisfied.
Part 10
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Afterword: Sorry for the cliffhanger! I will try to get the next part written in a timely manner. These last two chapters took a bit longer than usual to write, partly because I kept getting distracted by looking up sukiyaki and shabu-shabu recipes. ^_^ But also because I've gotten so attached to the idea of Kikuchi and Onozuka being together that it was difficult to write the Miyasaka/Onozuka scene. But I've been planning it for a long time, and I felt like it was something that needed to happen in order to shake up the status quo and force Onozuka to confront his feelings for both men.
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Great job ♥
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It'll be interesting to see if, or more likely how, Onozuka gets over his anger at Kikuchi, who has been devious enough to undermine his own case. Thanks for sharing!
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As for Kikuchi and Onozuka...all I can say is that I have big plans for them. Thanks for reading!
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Looking forward to the rest!
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You managed to make me really depressed...looking forward to your resolution though. all of these people-your characters-have some hard thinking to do(Onozuka might be resistant to the process but at least he knows it now!)so the next part and the resolution of this emotional mess should not be easy to write..I am cheering you on!
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Thanks for reading! ^_^
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great job, as usual. looking forward to more. ^^
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Glad you liked it, and thanks for the feedback!
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Thanks for reading! ^_^
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Although Kikuchi is not thinking clearly, I guess, to miscalculate and screw up the big scene so much. But love makes fools of us all, even suave Kikuchi and teh Ice Prince. *g* It makes the scene more powerful, to have it all fall to pieces like that.
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Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!
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