Title: This is it? Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya Additional Characters: None Fandom: Daiya Major Tags: None Other Tags: break-up, slightly smutty Word Count: 1068 Remix Permission: Blanket permission
Miyuki swallowed hard. Just remembering what he had shared with Chris had made him shiver, his cock growing heavier. Miyuki didn’t expect anything would ever happen between them, because Chris has always been this unattainable goal, but he couldn’t imagine NOT wanting Chris: go down on him, or date him. Whatever Chris would allow.
But he got lucky and He. Was. Dating. Chris.
The thought sent butterflies in his stomach into a wild frenzy and the memories of their last date sprang into his mind. It was the furthest they had gone in exploring each other. At some point they ended up on Chris’ bed, where Chris held him with one palm against his chest, while his hand slipped under Miyuki’s shirt. There it pressed against his skin and travelled to his heart. Miyuki never thought his nipples were sensitive, but with Chris, his brain considered erotic even Chris’ breathing into his ear. “Miyuki…” Chris murmured, and it was an electric shock straight into his cock. He swallowed hard to contain his moan, but Chris’ hands around him tightened.
“You can be loud, nobody’s home,” he mumbled into Miyuki’s ear. Miyuki gasped at the request, he wasn’t a vocal person, but he couldn’t say no to Chris either, so when Chris’ hand splayed over Miyuki’s pectoral and his clever fingers casually tweaked the nipple they found, Miyuki let out his breath without restrain, allowing Chris to hear what his touch was causing. Chris hummed pleased, while his other hand caressed Miyuki’s ribs sensually, ridge by ridge. Miyuki never realized how big Chris had grown. All the exercise to overcome his injury made him into a solid block of muscle. His hands lacked the callouses of batters, but they were strong. They were safe. Chris had known him since he was a kid, he didn’t need to pretend. He let his head fall back and found Chris, like a reliable wall behind him, allowing him to lean back, relax, let go. Miyuki gave in, leaving Chris to do as he pleased. The hands embracing his torso tightened, as if Chris could swallow Miyuki into him though some magical osmosis. If it was possible, Miyuki didn’t wish for anything more.
Chris’ hand climbed up to his neck, where it laid against Adam’s apple. Miyuki moaned. He couldn’t imagine anyone else he would bare his throat for.
He realized that Chris’ other hand was crawling down Miyuki’s stomach. Miyuki’s legs fell open without Chris even doing anything. For Chris. Only for Chris.
Then Chris made Miyuki’s world go white with simple caresses.
The memory sent hot shivers along his entire body and a blush to his cheeks. What they shared was special. Or so he believed, that’s why he stared now at Chris with little comprehension.
“I thought…” he didn’t know what, only that it was very hard to put into words now. Form any words. He at last wrapped his head around one. “Done?” his lips refused to wrap around it. His lips, that revealed so many perversities to this man, who was now destroying everything Miyuki had…
“Yes, we’re done.”
He just couldn’t take staring at Chris’ calm facade. How could somebody, who caressed him so tenderly, so passionately a few days ago, now be telling him this?
Miyuki stood up so suddenly the chair scraped rawly against the floor. Like his whole body needed to get away from the words, and what they meant.
“Did…that mean anything?”
If Chris said no, he could hate him. He could snarl into his face, curse his name and leave to lick his wounds in quiet.
“It meant everything to me,” Chris answered honestly. The sheer simplicity made Miyuki shake his head and crumble back onto the chair. If it meant everything, then why? why Why WHY!?
“I’m sorry,” Miyuki mumbled.
Chris looked as if Miyuki’s apology was a slap. As if it should be him, who ought to beg for forgiveness. Perhaps he was even right, but Miyuki couldn’t imagine anyone else, he would apologize to.
Chris’ expression fell. His hand disappeared under the table, and he stared at the desk when he asked Miyuki in a hoarse voice. “What are you apologizing for?”
“I don’t know!” Miyuki cried out. “Whatever that caused this.”
He started at the table, at the same spot, that Chris stared. It was in no way interesting. Just a regular spot on a boring table. Or maybe it was the most interesting, because Chris had stared at it for a while now, not once lifting his eyes to Miyuki.
“Why?” Miyuki mumbled into the silence.
Chris shook his head. “Is it important?”
Miyuki huffed dejected. “Yes, it fucking is!”
“It’s….” Chris hesitated for a long time, making Miyuki hold his breath. “It’s not you. The problem’s me.”
Miyuki waited. When nothing came, he burst out: “Seriously? This is what you tell me?” “It’s the truth!” Chris lost his calm.
“Well that’s great, that helps a lot!” Miyuki spat out, his hands banging against the table, as he put them on top to push himself up. Chris flinched, but didn’t say a word to defend himself. To defend them. What they had. It wasn’t enough to make him defend it, Miyuki thought unhappily.
“Is that all?” Miyuki asked with a harsh edge.
Not even that forced Chris to look at him. He nodded mechanically. Like it broke him. Good! Because it broke Miyuki too and it hurt. It pained him so much that it left a hollow place in his chest, because anything else would kill him right now.
He wanted to hate Chris. But he couldn’t imagine anyone else, who could hurt him this deep and still…still Miyuki wouldn’t be able to hate him. He could never hate Chris.
Fill : TEAM GRANDSTAND
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: break-up, slightly smutty
Word Count: 1068
Remix Permission: Blanket permission
Miyuki swallowed hard. Just remembering what he had shared with Chris had made him shiver, his cock growing heavier. Miyuki didn’t expect anything would ever happen between them, because Chris has always been this unattainable goal, but he couldn’t imagine NOT wanting Chris: go down on him, or date him. Whatever Chris would allow.
But he got lucky and He. Was. Dating. Chris.
The thought sent butterflies in his stomach into a wild frenzy and the memories of their last date sprang into his mind. It was the furthest they had gone in exploring each other. At some point they ended up on Chris’ bed, where Chris held him with one palm against his chest, while his hand slipped under Miyuki’s shirt. There it pressed against his skin and travelled to his heart. Miyuki never thought his nipples were sensitive, but with Chris, his brain considered erotic even Chris’ breathing into his ear. “Miyuki…” Chris murmured, and it was an electric shock straight into his cock. He swallowed hard to contain his moan, but Chris’ hands around him tightened.
“You can be loud, nobody’s home,” he mumbled into Miyuki’s ear. Miyuki gasped at the request, he wasn’t a vocal person, but he couldn’t say no to Chris either, so when Chris’ hand splayed over Miyuki’s pectoral and his clever fingers casually tweaked the nipple they found, Miyuki let out his breath without restrain, allowing Chris to hear what his touch was causing. Chris hummed pleased, while his other hand caressed Miyuki’s ribs sensually, ridge by ridge. Miyuki never realized how big Chris had grown. All the exercise to overcome his injury made him into a solid block of muscle. His hands lacked the callouses of batters, but they were strong. They were safe. Chris had known him since he was a kid, he didn’t need to pretend. He let his head fall back and found Chris, like a reliable wall behind him, allowing him to lean back, relax, let go. Miyuki gave in, leaving Chris to do as he pleased. The hands embracing his torso tightened, as if Chris could swallow Miyuki into him though some magical osmosis. If it was possible, Miyuki didn’t wish for anything more.
Chris’ hand climbed up to his neck, where it laid against Adam’s apple. Miyuki moaned. He couldn’t imagine anyone else he would bare his throat for.
He realized that Chris’ other hand was crawling down Miyuki’s stomach. Miyuki’s legs fell open without Chris even doing anything. For Chris. Only for Chris.
Then Chris made Miyuki’s world go white with simple caresses.
The memory sent hot shivers along his entire body and a blush to his cheeks. What they shared was special. Or so he believed, that’s why he stared now at Chris with little comprehension.
“I thought…” he didn’t know what, only that it was very hard to put into words now. Form any words. He at last wrapped his head around one. “Done?” his lips refused to wrap around it. His lips, that revealed so many perversities to this man, who was now destroying everything Miyuki had…
“Yes, we’re done.”
He just couldn’t take staring at Chris’ calm facade. How could somebody, who caressed him so tenderly, so passionately a few days ago, now be telling him this?
Miyuki stood up so suddenly the chair scraped rawly against the floor. Like his whole body needed to get away from the words, and what they meant.
“Did…that mean anything?”
If Chris said no, he could hate him. He could snarl into his face, curse his name and leave to lick his wounds in quiet.
“It meant everything to me,” Chris answered honestly. The sheer simplicity made Miyuki shake his head and crumble back onto the chair. If it meant everything, then why? why Why WHY!?
“I’m sorry,” Miyuki mumbled.
Chris looked as if Miyuki’s apology was a slap. As if it should be him, who ought to beg for forgiveness. Perhaps he was even right, but Miyuki couldn’t imagine anyone else, he would apologize to.
Chris’ expression fell. His hand disappeared under the table, and he stared at the desk when he asked Miyuki in a hoarse voice. “What are you apologizing for?”
“I don’t know!” Miyuki cried out. “Whatever that caused this.”
He started at the table, at the same spot, that Chris stared. It was in no way interesting. Just a regular spot on a boring table. Or maybe it was the most interesting, because Chris had stared at it for a while now, not once lifting his eyes to Miyuki.
“Why?” Miyuki mumbled into the silence.
Chris shook his head. “Is it important?”
Miyuki huffed dejected. “Yes, it fucking is!”
“It’s….” Chris hesitated for a long time, making Miyuki hold his breath. “It’s not you. The problem’s me.”
Miyuki waited. When nothing came, he burst out: “Seriously? This is what you tell me?”
“It’s the truth!” Chris lost his calm.
“Well that’s great, that helps a lot!” Miyuki spat out, his hands banging against the table, as he put them on top to push himself up. Chris flinched, but didn’t say a word to defend himself. To defend them. What they had. It wasn’t enough to make him defend it, Miyuki thought unhappily.
“Is that all?” Miyuki asked with a harsh edge.
Not even that forced Chris to look at him. He nodded mechanically. Like it broke him.
Good! Because it broke Miyuki too and it hurt. It pained him so much that it left a hollow place in his chest, because anything else would kill him right now.
He wanted to hate Chris. But he couldn’t imagine anyone else, who could hurt him this deep and still…still Miyuki wouldn’t be able to hate him. He could never hate Chris.