OTP 100 Fics

[evandar]

Title: Dinner Party
Fandom: Category: Freaks
Characters: Asagi Nanami/Naoki Amano
Prompt: #26 Parents
Word Count: 1626 words
Rating: T
Author's Notes: This was suposed to be a comedy-of-errors type thing, but...my sense of humour is lacking. Oh well, I finally got round to editing this, so, as a promise to hikariyami_mikoit is posted here.
Disclaimer: Category: Freaks belongs to Gokurakuin Sakurako, and I make no money from it at all.

Amano suspected that this had originally been his step-mother’s idea. She hadn’t been best pleased when he had told her he was moving in with his boss, who just happened to be his lover as well. She seemed to think that her step-son sleeping with another man was a shame on her family and that it should be stopped. It had taken a while to get across the fact that there was no way that Amano was going to give up Asagi for her family honour, and she had taken that as a personal affront.

 

But now she had got it into her head that she wanted to meet Asagi and his family; that it would be a good idea for them all to come round to dinner. It was almost as if she had it in for him.

 

“Tell me you’re joking,” Asagi said, after Amano had relayed the phone message to him. “A family dinner? Eastside?”

 

“Um…yes,” Amano said. “That would be the idea.”

 

Asagi started laughing, which really didn’t help. Amano stood silently, still holding the phone, and watched as his lover doubled over in hysterics at the thought of their families ever meeting. When Asagi had calmed down – it took a while – and brushed the tears of laughter away, he realised just how distressed this made Amano feel.

 

“I could lie and pretend that I’m an orphan,” he suggested.

 

Amano sat down next to him. “I kind of already mentioned that we work for your father,” he admitted. “I was trying to stop her going on about how this was a result of you abusing your position.”

 

Asagi raised an eyebrow. “Ah,” he murmured. “In that case…”

 

“Do you have any relatives other than Eastside?” Amano asked hopefully.

 

“No,” Asagi replied. “Other than my mother, but she’s been dead for over two hundred years…and even if she hadn’t been, she would be a lot harder to explain.”

 

“Right…” Amano sighed. “Is there any way you can get him not to cross dress?”

 

Asagi winced. “Well…”

 

CF

 

“You did tell them the right day, Naoki-kun?” his step-mother asked sweetly, sending him a look that could have curdled milk behind his father’s back.

 

“Yes,” Amano replied, for the fifth time. It wasn’t even as if they were late, either. They weren’t due for another half-hour, but his step-mother was giving him grief over it anyway. It was though she expected him to deliberately give Asagi the wrong day…

 

He had been tempted, but it was impossible to lie to Asagi. Not when he could smell it when people lied.

 

He decided to stop thinking along those lines before his step-mother realised that there was something she wasn’t being told and decided to try and get the truth out of him. Instead he returned his attention to his sister’s maths homework again. She was younger than him – only his half sister really – and it was his ‘duty’ to tutor her in the subjects she found difficult…or at least it had been before he had moved in with Asagi.

 

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang – cutting off his step-mother while she was checking that he “had actually told them” for what felt like the hundredth time – and Amano practically launched himself off the sofa.

 

When he reached the door, however, apprehension hit. What would Eastside be wearing? Would they behave? He felt slightly sick with nerves, and found himself wishing with all his might that the ground would swallow him up.

 

It didn’t. He opened the door.

 

Asagi stood leaning against the doorframe, holding a bottle of wine – a pleasantry Amano hadn’t been expecting – and by his side stood Lord Eastside. Amano hadn’t seen him since the defeat of Hainuwele, and it came as no surprise that he hadn’t changed in the slightest. Well, his outfit had, thankfully.

 

He wasn’t cross dressing, and Amano had never felt more relieved about it in his life.

 

“Um, hi,” he greeted. “Come in.”

 

“How has it been?” Asagi asked, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.

 

“Horrible,” Amano admitted. “Run while you still can.”

 

Asagi laughed at him.

 

CF

 

The scrutiny was nigh on unbearable, and it wasn’t even directed at him. Everyone, even his youngest sister who was only just five, was staring at the two Stands. They looked almost blindingly gorgeous and incredibly out of place sat among Amano’s rather average family. Amano wondered how on earth they could stand it.

 

He wondered if they had even noticed…

 

They did seem rather calm – too calm for people whose very movements were being scrutinised. It was odd to watch his lover eating calmly while his family became more and more in awe of him. Amano could practically see the thoughts running through his step-mother’s head: how had he managed to end up with someone like Asagi?

 

“So…where is your wife?” she asked, looking at Eastside curiously.

 

The Stand looked up from his meal and smiled at her in that disarming way that his son had inherited. “She’s dead,” he replied.

 

Amano winced, and he felt Asagi stiffen next to him. Asagi was always very touchy when it came to the subject of his mother – from what Amano had been able to find out, it seemed that she had died in front of Asagi when he was just a little boy – so he had no idea what Eastside’s reactions might be.

 

“I’m so sorry,” his step-mother apologised.

 

Eastside shrugged. “It was a long time ago,” he said. “But I’d rather not talk about it.”

 

The rest of the dinner was spent in awkward silence, and Amano found himself wishing – praying – that something would happen; that someone would say something.

 

Unfortunately, it was his step-mother who answered his prayers with the fateful words “do you approve of their relationship?”

 

Asagi choked, and glanced over at Amano, a panicked look in his eyes. Amano’s own eyes widened in realisation as he remembered Eastside’s reactions to the only survivors of the Black Freaks – something about a threesome – and realised just what kind of answer to that question that the leader of the Stand was likely to give.

 

“Should I object?” Eastside asked innocently.

 

“Well, it’s not exactly…conventional,” Amano’s father interjected, glancing at his son, who appeared to be holding his breath.

 

“So?” Eastside asked. “They’re happy, aren’t they?”

 

Asagi and Amano exchanged looks. They were happy, despite dinner invitations from Hell, but neither of them had thought Eastside would notice. It was something of a revelation. Amano felt a slight, vindictive surge of pleasure at the sight of his step-mother coming to the conclusion that she would not be getting Eastside on her side in this matter.

 

There was apparently something good to be said about Eastside’s liberal excuse for parenting after all.

 

Eastside lowered his chopsticks. “Why did you think I would object to my son’s happiness? It’s none of my business who he sleeps with as long as he’s happy about it.”

 

“Or unless you want them for yourself,” Asagi mumbled, only just loud enough for Amano and Eastside to hear and no one else. Amano blinked: he really didn’t want to know what had spawned that kind of comment; he just hoped that it wasn’t anything to do with him.

 

“Um…so how did you two meet?” Amano’s father asked, not-so-subtly trying to change the subject.

 

“I transferred to Naoki’s high school for a while,” Asagi said. “We kept in touch after I left, and that’s how he ended up working for us.”

 

“Hm…” Amano’s father tilted his head to one side as if trying to remember something. “Are you the Asagi-chan Naoki had a massive crush on back then?”

 

“Yes,” Asagi replied. “There was no point in me getting a uniform since it really was only a short transfer, so I dressed normally… I think Naoki mistook me for a girl.” He shot Amano a look that had the mixed effect of making Amano want to curl up and hide, and give him butterflies in his stomach.

 

“It was the hair,” he managed to reply.

 

Asagi smirked at him. “The expression on your face when you found out you were wrong was worth it,” he replied.

 

“Why didn’t you just tell him right away that he was wrong?” Sakiko – the eldest of Amano’s sisters – asked.

 

Asagi shrugged. “I wasn’t particularly bothered by it,” he admitted.

 

The girl looked at him as though he was the strangest person she had ever come across…and considering she was twelve and rather sheltered, he supposed he might well be.

 

Asagi, under most circumstances wouldn’t have cared. Since she was Amano’s family…he might have cared what she thought about him earlier in the evening, but at that point he really couldn’t summon up the energy.

 

The younger girl was staring at him too; imitating her sister’s confused expression. He ignored them, looking towards Amano again to see that he looked as exhausted as Asagi felt.

 

And Amano had missed the wardrobe argument he had had with Eastside.

 

CF

 

Amano barely made it into their apartment before he lay down and tried to go to sleep. Unfortunately, he had chosen the hallway, and Asagi – who wasn’t exactly feeling charitable – nudged him in the side with his foot until he got back up.

 

“I never want to do that again,” Amano groaned. Asagi muttered something unintelligible under his breath in response and wrapped his arm around Amano’s waist to help him to their bedroom. “I don’t care if they disown me,” Amano continued. “Or if they decide to arrange a marriage with the girl next door for me; I am never going through that again.”

 

Asagi whole-heartedly agreed…although he reserved the right to kill the girl next door if Amano’s parents even tried.

 

 

 

Title: Harder to Breathe
Fandom: Category: Freaks
Characters: Asagi Nanami/Naoki Amano
Prompt: #59 Lovers
Word Count: 681 words
Rating: M
Author's Notes: I'm not keen on writing smut. Personally, I blame the song used in this Fic for it entirely: I've been listening to it far too much recently.
Disclaimer: I do not own Category: Freaks or the song Between Breaths by Blaqk Audio, and I make no money from this story.

Please

Please

Please don’t take it,

Take it,

Take it,

Take it easy on me.

 

Amano moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Asagi’s waist tightly, holding the Stand against him as they moved towards the bed. His mind had short circuited, and the only thing he could focus on was just how warm Asagi felt pressed against him like that, and how good it felt to him there.

 

The backs of his legs hit the bed and Asagi, pulling away slightly, shoved him back down on to it. Amano stared up at him, his eyes travelling the length of Asagi’s small, slender body to come to rest on the brilliant red eyes watching him.

 

Just make it,

Make it,

Make it,

Make it harder to breathe.

 

Amano felt his cheeks grow warm under the smouldering look Asagi was giving him and he tore his gaze away, feeling suddenly very awkward. He caught movement from out of the corner of his eye, and that drew his gaze back. Asagi was unbuttoning his shirt slowly, a smirk twisting his lips upwards.

 

The movements of his hands and fingers were hypnotic, and Amano found himself sitting up and reaching for him, pulling to stand between his legs so that he could place small kisses on the pale, flat stomach as it was slowly revealed. Asagi hummed appreciatively.

 

He slid his arms out of the white cotton sleeves and let the shirt fall to the floor. Then he raised his hands to twist them in Amano’s messy black hair, pulling Amano away from him so that he could lean down and press their mouths together once more. He felt the vibrations as Amano moaned again and let his hands slide down to Amano’s shoulders.

 

They broke apart long enough for him to pull Amano’s grey-blue T-Shirt over the human’s head. Amano’s skin was darker than his own, still holding some of the tan he had got over the summer. The contrast between them was oddly beautiful, and Asagi watched with mild fascination as he trailed his hands over the other’s body.

 

“Asagi?” Amano’s voice was quiet, but it seemed loud in the hush of the room. He looked up to see Amano watching him.

 

He leaned up and kissed him again, this time with enough force to gently guide Amano down so that he was lying on the bed again. Amano didn’t protest – much – as Asagi climbed on top of him. A mumbled “not going to be your uke” was almost completely smothered by their kiss.

 

“Shush,” he reprimanded softly, hissing into Amano’s ear as his hands slid lower. “Relax…”

 

 So I climb on top and I’ll never stop

Till I make you forget who you are…

 

Amano stared up at Asagi as he moved over him. He looked so perfect – was so perfect – and the feel of him around him left Amano gasping. He pulled Asagi down again and slid his hand down Asagi’s slender back to his rear – he could feel Asagi stretching around him like this, and it fascinated him – and captured Asagi’s mouth again.

 

Asagi’s breath hitched and he gasped against Amano’s mouth. His brow furrowed slightly, and a low moan escaped him. His hips moved more erratically and soon Amano’s world was lost in a sea of white-hot pleasure. He vaguely heard, as if from a distance, Asagi whispering his name – “Naoki” – but paid it no attention as he clutched Asagi to him as if trying to draw him into himself.

 

And just feel.

 

“Why didn’t we do this before?”

 

Amano cringed at how loud his voice sounded, but looked down at Asagi to see his reaction anyway. Asagi was curled up next to him with his head resting on Amano’s chest, rather like an oversized cat.

 

He tilted his head back to meet Amano’s questioning gaze. “Well,” he said. “It took a while to persuade you to stop being such a prude, Naoki.”

 

Amano blushed, but couldn’t argue. And besides, he decided, he liked the sound of Asagi saying his name – he could definitely get used to this.