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Title: Seven by Seven
\nUnit for Points: Tackey & Tsubasa
\nWord Count: 7 x 100
\nCharacters\/Pairings: various combis of Kis-My-Ft2
\nAuthor’s Notes: I just wanted an excuse to write a lot of crazy Kisumai pairings. Also, who can figure out the number scheme?<\/p>\n
Seven By Seven<\/b><\/p>\n
1.<\/p>\n
Senga likes shopping with Fujigaya best. Not that the others aren’t fun, but Fujigaya knows the newest places and can always be counted on to treat afterwards.<\/p>\n
“Dressing room!” he calls over his shoulder as he trots off with an armful of things, listening for Fujigaya’s “mm.”<\/p>\n
He’s just set his things down when he hears the curtain swish. Arms slide around his waist.<\/p>\n
“Need some help?” Fujigaya murmurs in his ear, thumb sliding under Senga’s T-shirt to stroke at his belly.<\/p>\n
Grinning, Senga leans back into Fujigaya, lets him do as he will. Shopping with Fujigaya is definitely best.<\/p>\n
2.<\/p>\n
“If you’re gonna be a frontman,” was all Kitayama had to say by way of explanation, and that’s how Tamamori finds himself with his wrists pinned, chest bared and Fujigaya working busily on the rest.<\/p>\n
“Um–” Tamamori starts, but cuts off as Kitayama rolls his hips, erection digging into Tamamori’s thigh, and then Fujigaya drops to his knees.<\/p>\n
“Let him have his way,” Kitayama advises, and Tamamori whimpers as Fujigaya noses at his zipper, “or he pouts.”<\/p>\n
“Okay,” Tamamori says, breathless. Fujigaya looks up into Tamamori’s eyes and licks his lips.<\/p>\n
Kitayama chuckles, making the hair on Tamamori’s neck raise.<\/p>\n
3.<\/p>\n
“Me?” Miyata asks, then laughs because, out of everyone, what would they want with him?<\/p>\n
Tamamori isn’t laughing when he cups Miyata’s face and leans down to brush their mouths together. “Ne,” he murmurs, “play with us, Miyacchi?”<\/p>\n
“Really?” he can’t help but ask when Tamamori pulls away, but a glance shows Yokoo stretched across the hotel bed already, smiling encouragement.<\/p>\n
“Miyacchi got hot,” Tamamori murmurs, brushing their noses together. “Plus, you know…” Tamamori brushes fingers over Miyata’s fly, feather-light.<\/p>\n
“Tama-chan,” Miyata breathes, happiness and want softening his voice.<\/p>\n
“GODDAMMIT,” Nikaido blurts, interrupting, “will you just fucking get over here?!”<\/p>\n
4.<\/p>\n
“You’re too young~,” Kitayama smirks, then snaps his phone shut.<\/p>\n
“Nika again?” Yokoo sips his drink, rolling his eyes when Kitayama orders another shot, apparently planning to drink for three. Yokoo wishes him luck; Fujigaya’s already tried and failed.<\/p>\n
Miyata appears, dishevelled from the dance floor (Yokoo hopes), and Yokoo steps aside, since Miyata looks to need a drink. He finds himself nose-to-nose with Tamamori, all damp hair, bare arms, and eyes glinting with club lighting.<\/p>\n
“Dance with me, Watta?” Tamamori asks. By the time Yokoo’s pressed close, his hands on Tamamori’s waist, he can’t think of any reason to protest.<\/p>\n
5.<\/p>\n
“Fujigaya’s going to kill us,” Yokoo says, but he doesn’t unlock the door.<\/p>\n
“Serves him right for going out with ABC rather than us,” Nikaido says before Kitayama yanks his head back down. Senga and Tamamori are already in a tangle, probably about to roll off the bed. Yokoo sits down next to Miyata, the last one unoccupied. He’s pleasantly surprised when Miyata leans over to kiss his cheek.<\/p>\n
“I’ll do anything you want,” Miyata offers, cheerful and easy as always, “so long as it doesn’t block my view.”<\/p>\n
Yokoo flashes him a little yaiba. “I can work with that.”<\/p>\n
6.<\/p>\n
“Finally<\/i>,” Senga sighs at midnight. that’s the last word he gets out before Kitayama shoves him down and gives his mouth something better to do.<\/p>\n
It’s hard to keep track; Senga thinks it’s Miyata and Tamamori taking turns licking at his cock and Yokoo’s guitar-strong fingers inside of him, and it’s definitely Fujigaya pulling Senga mouth off Kitayama and onto himself.<\/p>\n
Someone’s missing<\/i>, but as soon as he thinks it, the others pull back, and his eyes flutter open to find Nikaido stretched over him.<\/p>\n
“Congratulations.” Nikaido grins; Senga tugs him down for a birthday kiss as Nikaido pushes inside.<\/p>\n
7.<\/p>\n
“Wait, stop,” Fujigaya sits up suddenly, shoving Kitayama off and slapping at Senga’s hand. “There’s too many hands!”<\/p>\n
“What do you expect?” Nikaido leans on one elbow, rolling his eyes. “There’s seven of us! That’s fourteen hands!”<\/p>\n
“Fifteen?” Miyata finishes counting with a frown.<\/p>\n
“Sixteen,” Kitayama confirms, reaching into the knot to pull its owner up by the wrist.<\/p>\n
“Honorary member?” Kawai grins hopefully.<\/p>\n
Five seconds later he’s in the hallway, clothes bunched in his arms, the door slamming against his bare ass.<\/p>\n
Kawai just shrugs and saunters down the hall. Dollars to donuts his unit’s doing something better anyway.<\/p>\n