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gackt_armyDream Machine (2)
Author Karadin
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade-All Riders vs. Dai Shocker (AU)
Pairing: Yuki Jouji (Riderman)/Yuusuke Onodera (Kamen Rider Kuuga)
Side pairings: Tsukasa (Kamen Rider Decade)/Yuusuke Tsukasa/Natsumi
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, higher ratings in next chapters.
Genre: Yaoi, romance,
Warnings: language, mentions explicit m/m sex, infers het, slight angst
Disclaimer: Kamen Rider characters and settings property Toei
The author receives no remuneration for this work of fiction
Word count +1,412
Synopsis: Yuki Jouji carries a grudge, Yuusuke Onodera shows him what real strength is.
CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE
TWO
Yuusuke was very impressed by the limousine at the curb. Pausing to say 'thank you' to the driver who held open the door, he dove into the car to stretch out over the back seat. There was a bucket of champagne on ice and a large bouquet wrapped in pale gold tissue paper which Yuusuke did not hesitate to unwrap.
"Why am I not surprised you could arrange all this within fifteen minutes." The young man admired the large bronze colored flowers by sticking his face directly into the mass of them.
Yuki Jouji chuckled, "a Rider is always prepared."
"I've only seen such exquisite blossoms at a Festival*."
"Roses are not an appropriate flower to give to a man," Yuki replied.
"You can't deny roses smell wonderful," Yuusuke said, clutching the bouquet in his arms, grinning from ear to ear, "... but chrysanthemums are the symbol of Japan; they give me a feeling of nostalgia."
Yuki reached out to cup one of the flowers in his hand, stroking the upward curling petals lightly with the tips of his fingers, and his voice dropped a full octave.
"In Japanese poetry, the chrysanthemum is also a metaphor for homosexual love, the curling petals reminiscent of a boy's tight anus."
Yuusuke squeaked.
Yuki sat back, covering his mouth with the back of his hand - which did nothing to mask his laughter - Yuusuke was laughing too.
"This is a new level of flirting for you! I hope that you continue to use it to torment Tsukasa-kun."
"Does this mean you don't wish to be the sole focus of my attentions, Yuusuke?"
Yuusuke knew his face was flushed and hot, but he could not tear his eyes away from the man beside him, who was at this moment more open and relaxed than ever before.
It did not seem possible the same Yuki Jouji could be the menacing Riderman.
Yuki turned, yet remained on his side of the car - only his arm resting on the back of the seat moved within Yuusuke's personal space - Yuki's suit coat was open, his tie was missing, and two buttons at the collar of his white shirt had come undone, displaying a triangle of supple golden skin.
Yuusuke's gaze followed a descending line from Yuki's collarbone, along his well muscled torso, before stopping at a large silver belt buckle.
To Yuki's amusement, Yuusuke suddenly pulled his gaze away, clutching hard enough to the bouquet of flowers to rustle the tissue paper covering.
Being a stunningly handsome man, Yuki Jouji was used to such scrutiny but not Yuusuke's delicacy, and his blue eyes sparkled as his interest was piqued once again.
"When we were at the bar, you said you were not staying long, and you didn't want to start anything." Yuki brought his hands together, weaving his fingers tightly.
"I said that because I've never been interested in one-night stands," Yuusuke replied.
"Would you make an exception for me?"
Yuusuke's eyes widened before he could compose his features, steeling himself against disappointment if this conversation made him the object of a cruel joke. He turned his face aside,
"You haven't said that you liked me at all."
In response Yuki stretched out his left hand so he could touch Yuusuke's cheek with his fingertips and allowed them rest there. Yuusuke dared not lean into that touch.
Yuki dropped his hand. "I do like you."
He was rewarded with Yuusuke's smile.
"You intrigue me, I could find myself becoming physically attracted to you ... quite easily," he added this when Yuusuke's buoyant enthusiasm seemed to deflate. "You move very well."
When Yuusuke gave him a knowing glance, Yuki was relived, he had no time for coaxing responses from a timid partner. "I believe in putting my cards on the table, now that we have established we have a mutual interest, what are your intentions?"
"I want to be with you," Yuusuke said, leaning forward, "I want to know everything about you!"
Yuki smiled; it had been some time since he had an offer so sweet.
"What about Availability? Exclusivity? Commitment?"
Yuusuke chewed his lip as he pondered, "I'm not very occupied at the moment, although if we stay in this world any longer I might find a job. I wouldn't be interested in seeing anyone else,"
And Yuusuke felt as if an iron fist were gripping his heart, recalling the handsome blond man in the bar Yuki had kissed. He had never even thought to ask.
"... are you seeing anyone else?"
Riderman pursed his lips thoughtfully as he looked down in the vicinity of his knee, knowing exactly whom Yuusuke was referring to.
"I have a close friend who keeps me company, but I am willing to be monogamous. And yourself?"
"I'm free." Yuusuke replied quickly, ruthlessly deciding on Tsukasa's behalf.
"Are you?" Yuki asked, "what about Kuuga?"
"Kuuga?"
"If I were to enter into a relationship with you, 'forsaking all others', would I expect to wait while you traipse through the worlds with Decade Fighting the Good Fight?"
Yuusuke's brow furrowed and he took some time to ponder this question, his expression becoming forlorn, with the bouquet clasped loosely in his hands placed between his knees. "Yuki, being Kuuga is my ... calling. I can help people in a way I could never could before."
"That is admirable, but one can be selfless to a fault. I spent the better part of my life on a vendetta. Now that I have left that life behind, I wish to be selfish."
Yuki did not want to add that he wasn't getting any younger; he guessed that there might be at least a dozen years between them in age.
"You want me to choose?"
Yuki clasped Yuusuke on the shoulder before facing forward, sitting up straight to smooth infinitesimal creases to his suit jacket.
"We've only just begun to know each other," Yuki buttoned his collar, "I'll tell you this, whatever endeavor I take on, I give it my sole, undivided, attention. I expect the same of a partner."
"That's only fair," Yuusuke replied.
While the thought of not being Kuuga caused him more anguish than he could have guessed, his heart was lightened by the thought that he might be wanted for his own sake; giving up Kuuga was something that his friends - from Ichiro and Yashiro to Tsukasa and Natsumi - had never asked of him.
Yuusuke glanced up from his musings to see Yuki's profile etched against the late afternoon sunlight.
And what was so wrong if for once, he took something for himself?
"May I come to see you, Yuki?"
The limo rolled past the storefronts along the road to the Hikari Studio. As it slowed to a stop Yuki took off his spectacles, turned to grasp Yuusuke's head in both of his hands and pulled the young man into a deep kiss.
Yuusuke dropped the flowers, closing his eyes. Yuki's mouth was hot, and his hands were strong. Yuusuke leaned toward Yuki to attempt to pull him into an embrace, but Yuki kept him purposefully at arms length, taking control of the kiss.
Yuusuke's first impulse was to fight for dominance, but he knew intuitively that this was not a competitive encounter, as with Tsukasa, Yuki needed reassuring. Yuusuke mirrored his movements to his partner, following Yuki's lead.
As Yuusuke responded, Yuki softened the press of his lips, soothing any bruising to Yuusuke's mouth with delicate swipes of his tongue.
When they separated, Yuki was as composed as before, with the exception that his eyes had darkened in color.
Yuusuke was left panting with red-stained cheeks, as if he had run down sixty flights of stairs.
Yuki turned away for the briefest of moments to replace his spectacles. So far no one had emerged from the studio to ogle the limo or its inhabitants. Yuusuke attempted to cool his cheeks by pressing his palms against his face.
As the driver walked around to open the door, Yuki noticed the bouquet of flowers at his feet. He picked them up to place them in Yuusuke's arms. Yuusuke had remembered to pull the bottle of champagne out of the bucket of ice, looking as if he would follow Yuki anywhere.
"Ready to tell the family?" Yuki asked.
Yuusuke grinned, "I hope Tsukasa has his camera ready!"
TBC
*Kiku Matsuri is the fifth of the five annual festivals in the traditional Japanese calendar. The chrysanthemum is the official flower of Japan (the crest of the Imperial Family) and is a symbol of longevity, power, dignity and nobility.
Author Karadin
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade-All Riders vs. Dai Shocker (AU)
Pairing: Yuki Jouji (Riderman)/Yuusuke Onodera (Kamen Rider Kuuga)
Side pairings: Tsukasa (Kamen Rider Decade)/Yuusuke Tsukasa/Natsumi
Rating: PG-13 this chapter, higher ratings in next chapters.
Genre: Yaoi, romance,
Warnings: language, mentions explicit m/m sex, infers het, slight angst
Disclaimer: Kamen Rider characters and settings property Toei
The author receives no remuneration for this work of fiction
Word count +1,412
Synopsis: Yuki Jouji carries a grudge, Yuusuke Onodera shows him what real strength is.
CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE
TWO
Yuusuke was very impressed by the limousine at the curb. Pausing to say 'thank you' to the driver who held open the door, he dove into the car to stretch out over the back seat. There was a bucket of champagne on ice and a large bouquet wrapped in pale gold tissue paper which Yuusuke did not hesitate to unwrap.
"Why am I not surprised you could arrange all this within fifteen minutes." The young man admired the large bronze colored flowers by sticking his face directly into the mass of them.
Yuki Jouji chuckled, "a Rider is always prepared."
"I've only seen such exquisite blossoms at a Festival*."
"Roses are not an appropriate flower to give to a man," Yuki replied.
"You can't deny roses smell wonderful," Yuusuke said, clutching the bouquet in his arms, grinning from ear to ear, "... but chrysanthemums are the symbol of Japan; they give me a feeling of nostalgia."
Yuki reached out to cup one of the flowers in his hand, stroking the upward curling petals lightly with the tips of his fingers, and his voice dropped a full octave.
"In Japanese poetry, the chrysanthemum is also a metaphor for homosexual love, the curling petals reminiscent of a boy's tight anus."
Yuusuke squeaked.
Yuki sat back, covering his mouth with the back of his hand - which did nothing to mask his laughter - Yuusuke was laughing too.
"This is a new level of flirting for you! I hope that you continue to use it to torment Tsukasa-kun."
"Does this mean you don't wish to be the sole focus of my attentions, Yuusuke?"
Yuusuke knew his face was flushed and hot, but he could not tear his eyes away from the man beside him, who was at this moment more open and relaxed than ever before.
It did not seem possible the same Yuki Jouji could be the menacing Riderman.
Yuki turned, yet remained on his side of the car - only his arm resting on the back of the seat moved within Yuusuke's personal space - Yuki's suit coat was open, his tie was missing, and two buttons at the collar of his white shirt had come undone, displaying a triangle of supple golden skin.
Yuusuke's gaze followed a descending line from Yuki's collarbone, along his well muscled torso, before stopping at a large silver belt buckle.
To Yuki's amusement, Yuusuke suddenly pulled his gaze away, clutching hard enough to the bouquet of flowers to rustle the tissue paper covering.
Being a stunningly handsome man, Yuki Jouji was used to such scrutiny but not Yuusuke's delicacy, and his blue eyes sparkled as his interest was piqued once again.
"When we were at the bar, you said you were not staying long, and you didn't want to start anything." Yuki brought his hands together, weaving his fingers tightly.
"I said that because I've never been interested in one-night stands," Yuusuke replied.
"Would you make an exception for me?"
Yuusuke's eyes widened before he could compose his features, steeling himself against disappointment if this conversation made him the object of a cruel joke. He turned his face aside,
"You haven't said that you liked me at all."
In response Yuki stretched out his left hand so he could touch Yuusuke's cheek with his fingertips and allowed them rest there. Yuusuke dared not lean into that touch.
Yuki dropped his hand. "I do like you."
He was rewarded with Yuusuke's smile.
"You intrigue me, I could find myself becoming physically attracted to you ... quite easily," he added this when Yuusuke's buoyant enthusiasm seemed to deflate. "You move very well."
When Yuusuke gave him a knowing glance, Yuki was relived, he had no time for coaxing responses from a timid partner. "I believe in putting my cards on the table, now that we have established we have a mutual interest, what are your intentions?"
"I want to be with you," Yuusuke said, leaning forward, "I want to know everything about you!"
Yuki smiled; it had been some time since he had an offer so sweet.
"What about Availability? Exclusivity? Commitment?"
Yuusuke chewed his lip as he pondered, "I'm not very occupied at the moment, although if we stay in this world any longer I might find a job. I wouldn't be interested in seeing anyone else,"
And Yuusuke felt as if an iron fist were gripping his heart, recalling the handsome blond man in the bar Yuki had kissed. He had never even thought to ask.
"... are you seeing anyone else?"
Riderman pursed his lips thoughtfully as he looked down in the vicinity of his knee, knowing exactly whom Yuusuke was referring to.
"I have a close friend who keeps me company, but I am willing to be monogamous. And yourself?"
"I'm free." Yuusuke replied quickly, ruthlessly deciding on Tsukasa's behalf.
"Are you?" Yuki asked, "what about Kuuga?"
"Kuuga?"
"If I were to enter into a relationship with you, 'forsaking all others', would I expect to wait while you traipse through the worlds with Decade Fighting the Good Fight?"
Yuusuke's brow furrowed and he took some time to ponder this question, his expression becoming forlorn, with the bouquet clasped loosely in his hands placed between his knees. "Yuki, being Kuuga is my ... calling. I can help people in a way I could never could before."
"That is admirable, but one can be selfless to a fault. I spent the better part of my life on a vendetta. Now that I have left that life behind, I wish to be selfish."
Yuki did not want to add that he wasn't getting any younger; he guessed that there might be at least a dozen years between them in age.
"You want me to choose?"
Yuki clasped Yuusuke on the shoulder before facing forward, sitting up straight to smooth infinitesimal creases to his suit jacket.
"We've only just begun to know each other," Yuki buttoned his collar, "I'll tell you this, whatever endeavor I take on, I give it my sole, undivided, attention. I expect the same of a partner."
"That's only fair," Yuusuke replied.
While the thought of not being Kuuga caused him more anguish than he could have guessed, his heart was lightened by the thought that he might be wanted for his own sake; giving up Kuuga was something that his friends - from Ichiro and Yashiro to Tsukasa and Natsumi - had never asked of him.
Yuusuke glanced up from his musings to see Yuki's profile etched against the late afternoon sunlight.
And what was so wrong if for once, he took something for himself?
"May I come to see you, Yuki?"
The limo rolled past the storefronts along the road to the Hikari Studio. As it slowed to a stop Yuki took off his spectacles, turned to grasp Yuusuke's head in both of his hands and pulled the young man into a deep kiss.
Yuusuke dropped the flowers, closing his eyes. Yuki's mouth was hot, and his hands were strong. Yuusuke leaned toward Yuki to attempt to pull him into an embrace, but Yuki kept him purposefully at arms length, taking control of the kiss.
Yuusuke's first impulse was to fight for dominance, but he knew intuitively that this was not a competitive encounter, as with Tsukasa, Yuki needed reassuring. Yuusuke mirrored his movements to his partner, following Yuki's lead.
As Yuusuke responded, Yuki softened the press of his lips, soothing any bruising to Yuusuke's mouth with delicate swipes of his tongue.
When they separated, Yuki was as composed as before, with the exception that his eyes had darkened in color.
Yuusuke was left panting with red-stained cheeks, as if he had run down sixty flights of stairs.
Yuki turned away for the briefest of moments to replace his spectacles. So far no one had emerged from the studio to ogle the limo or its inhabitants. Yuusuke attempted to cool his cheeks by pressing his palms against his face.
As the driver walked around to open the door, Yuki noticed the bouquet of flowers at his feet. He picked them up to place them in Yuusuke's arms. Yuusuke had remembered to pull the bottle of champagne out of the bucket of ice, looking as if he would follow Yuki anywhere.
"Ready to tell the family?" Yuki asked.
Yuusuke grinned, "I hope Tsukasa has his camera ready!"
TBC
*Kiku Matsuri is the fifth of the five annual festivals in the traditional Japanese calendar. The chrysanthemum is the official flower of Japan (the crest of the Imperial Family) and is a symbol of longevity, power, dignity and nobility.
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