TOUCH

Series: Tabetai?
Pairing: Yamapi x Kame
Author: R
Date: 29.08.2005
Notes: His royal slutness in action. Hey, I ain’t the one that came up with those moves. Actually, at the point of writing, I’ve not watch the clip of it or anything. So it’s purely based on what I read in Lookin con reports around. Oh well, this is fiction anyway. Edit: I’m forcing this into the Tabetai series, even though it really has nothing to do with “Kame doing something slutty with food”. But as J says, he’s still slutty. ^^;;

“What was that?”

Kame glanced up at the reflection in the mirror from where he was lounging on the steel dressing room chair. In the background of his reflection, leaning against the back of the black couch that was placed in the centre of the KAT-TUN’s dressing room, Yamapi’s arms were crossed, his expression outwardly showing his usual calmness, but the little twitch at the corner of slightly pouting lips were tell-tale signs to Kame that his royal highness was not pleased.

“What was what?” Kame’s tone was all innocence, which of course was meant to rile up the other.

“Your solo performance. If you can call it that.” There was that twitch again.

“Ah my solo? What about it?” For every steely statement that Yamapi tried to deliver evenly, came the reply lined with syrupy innocence.

“It’s a concert with a few thousand teenage girls in the audience. Didn’t you think you were going too far with the choreography?”

“Oh, you mean this?” Slipping swiftly from his seat, Kame advanced slowly towards the other, re-enacting his dance moves from his solo earlier, his movements measured. Deliberate. There wasn’t a tie to whip off, but rip, and his white shirt was dangling off his pale shoulders. Swivel hips. Smack. Swivel.

“That can pass.” Yamapi replied flatly, resolved in keeping his stand in the argument. “It was what came after.”

“You mean this?” Then the infamous zipper. Down….Up, down…up… Kame’s voice was almost a purr. “Or this?” Yamapi maintained his stoic expression, but one could only withstand that much provocation. Kame’s fingers had made their way into his mouth, sensual lips closing around them, lightly sucking as he looked up at Yamapi, the teasing glint dancing in those eyes. “Well, which has bothered you?”

“All of it.” The resolve was slipping. If there was any fight to begin with. As Kame had moved up against him, Yamapi’s own hands had betrayed him and encircled the Kame’s slim waist, pulling him closer.

“They can watch all they want… ” Pressed up against Yamapi’s body, Kame lips were inches from Yamapi’s as he whispered, “But only you can touch.”

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Omake
Prior to this, somewhere else….

Yamapi: What were you thinking letting him do that!?!
Jin: Wha- What? Nani? Dare?
Yamapi: Kame. His solo. How could you let Kame do that!?!
Jin: Eh? Oh. Hey, it’s not my fault! I can’t do anything about. Anyway, it’s good right? *runs away*
Yamapi: Akanishi! Nani itten da yo! Kurosu.

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