\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17 for possessive gurus
\nSummary<\/b>: Nago doesn’t enjoy when other people meddle unnecessarily with his things.
\nAN<\/b>: Kamen Rider Kiva owns my soul lately, in such a way that I’m checking the TV-Nihon site daily in hopes of new subs. Spoilers maybe for up to 11, or just the fact that Nago and Kengo exist, I suppose. for bloodybrilliant<\/a> who wants Seto Koji in her pocket as much as I do, and for marksykins<\/a> WHO NEEDS TO CATCH UP, YO. <\/p>\n
A Little Less Conversation<\/b><\/p>\n
Nago Keisuke had little patience for Aso Megumi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s random prattlings, but as a member of the wonderful Aozora Organization, over time he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d learned to tune out the sound of her voice. It was either that or quit the organization, losing one of his best leads to finding Kiva, and also find a new place to have coffee. <\/p>\n
Kurenai Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice, on the other hand, drew his attention immediately to the conversation that was going on behind him, soft though it was. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Um, Megumi-san,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru was saying, and Nago could hear the clink of Wataru shifting his coffee cup nervously, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a little\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A girlfriend would take care of you!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Megumi insisted, and Nago narrowed his eyes as he realized his ability to tune the whole thing out was now MIA. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just tell me what kind of girl you like, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure we can find one.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nago ground his teeth at the way that woman tried to bully other people into doing boring and impure things like her, and tried to concentrate on his coffee. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru fumbled. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A pretty one, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Megumi bungled right on with her \u00e2\u20ac\u02dchelp.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you want one with a strong personality to keep you from doing strange things. And\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nago set down his coffee cup and stood up, having heard more than enough of that woman\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s insufferable meddling. He stormed over to Wataru and Megumi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s table, noting with no small satisfaction the relief in Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes, barely masking the usual adoration. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s go,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago said, grabbing Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist and pulling him out of his chair. Megumi made a grab for Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other wrist, but Nago dragged him back, a few inches out of Megumi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reach. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re in the middle of a conversation!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Megumi protested angrily. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s over,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago informed her. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You should be spending your energy saving the world instead of wasting it on useless things like dating.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
And then he turned on his heel and strode from the caf\u00c3\u00a9, hand still locked firmly around Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But, Nago-san\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru started.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t argue if you want to be my pupil,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago said without even glancing over his shoulder, and as expected, Wataru fell silent and let Nago lead him along. <\/p>\n
As they marched down the sidewalk, people occasionally stared at them, but Nago ignored them. Eventually Wataru hesitantly voiced the opinion that maybe people would stop staring if Nago-san weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t essentially holding his hand, and Nago was forced to admit that perhaps Wataru had a point. <\/p>\n
He let go, and after a glance to make sure that Wataru was still following at suitably close range, continued forward. Neither of them spoke again until they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d arrived at their destination. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why are we at my house, Nago-san?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru asked. <\/p>\n
Nago didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother to answer, but kept moving until he got to the small niche which Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed occupied. He paused to let Wataru catch up, then took him by the shoulders and pulled him over to stand in front of the neatly-made bed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153N-nago-san?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru asked as Nago tugged Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s button-down shirt down off his shoulders and let it drop to the side. Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheeks turned pink as Nago reached for the hem of his T-shirt, but he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t protest or put up any resistance as Nago pulled the shirt up over his head. <\/p>\n
But when Nago reached for Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belt, Wataru reached up to touch the back of Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand, not stopping him, just letting his fingers rest there, and said Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name again, voice turning up even more uncertainly at the end.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago finally asked, a touch of irritation creeping into his tone. It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like this was the first time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been here, and Nago couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really see what questions Wataru could come up with at this point that hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been long answered. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You told Megumi-san\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice strengthened when Nago made an impatient noise. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think dating is useless?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course I do,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago answered. He began tugging at Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belt, and Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers slid down to wrap loosely around Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist. <\/p>\n
Nago paused and glanced up to see Wataru watching him, eyes soft and liquid brown. His fingers were warm and delicate against Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin, and if Nago stared longer than he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d meant to, it was only because he was assessing whether Wataru was going to be difficult. <\/p>\n
Not that Wataru was ever something that Nago couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t handle, but he did have a certain stubborn streak that Nago wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have originally guessed to look at him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You said,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d a little crease appeared between Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyebrows, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s impure for men and women to live together without being married.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nago nodded, glad that Wataru was at least listening to everything he said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s low.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why are we at my house, Nago-san?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru repeated his original question, and Nago realized that Wataru was looking at him as if searching for some sort of reassurance. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a woman,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago answered, and then he tugged Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belt out from his belt loops and dropped it on top of his shirts. <\/p>\n
After a few moments, Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers slid back from Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrists, and he reached for the buttons of Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shirt, pushing them through their holes with a gentle but steady touch. Nago shrugged out of the shirt at the same time he pushed Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jeans and underwear out of the way. <\/p>\n
It seemed that Wataru was through asking his silly questions, and Nago made a noise of approval as he pushed Wataru back until his knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit down on it rather than trip onto it in a sprawl. <\/p>\n
It was an excellent opportunity for Nago to inspect Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s condition, to make sure that nobody calling themselves his disciple had any serious physical defects, especially since Wataru lived such a sheltered life. He nodded when he was satisfied that Wataru was meeting his standards, and then spared a second to wonder how exactly Wataru kept such satisfactory muscles hidden under his clothes when his only exercise was rooting around in the park for dirt and insects. <\/p>\n
While Nago had been inspecting Wataru, Wataru had been making himself useful by undoing Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s belt, so it only took a few seconds for him to strip the rest of his clothes off and crawl onto Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. As he slid forward, he pushed Wataru back, until Wataru was flat on his back, blinking up at Nago hovering over him. Their legs were tangled together, so that when Nago rocked his hardening cock into Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thigh, he was close enough to see Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath catch in his throat. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nago-san,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru said, voice thin, but Nago covered Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth with his own in case this was the beginning of yet more unnecessary questions. Wataru sensibly didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t struggle, making a soft noise as he opened his mouth under Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, and then he put his hands on Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders, touch light and unsure. <\/p>\n
Nago was comfortable, not in a rush, and he went on kissing Wataru until Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch became firmer, until his hands began to roam, fingers moving up to brush through the ends of Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair. It made Nago shiver, rock his hips again, and this time the noise Wataru made wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t so soft. <\/p>\n
Wataru turned his face to the side, blushing more brightly, as Nago pulled away long enough to slide his hand under Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pillow. His fingers closed around the tube after only a second of searching, exactly where he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d left it, and he hummed a note of approval. Whatever strange things went on in Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head, Nago was certainly well pleased with Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obedience when given direct instructions. <\/p>\n
He was further pleased with how easily Wataru let himself be turned over and positioned on his hands and knees, and Nago rewarded his pliancy by nibbling the skin just above the top of Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spine, a particular sensitive spot of Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d learned through previous exploration. Pressed tight along Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back, he could feel the shiver as Wataru forced his body to relax around Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers, and Nago reached around with his free hand to stroke Wataru as another reward. <\/p>\n
He paused, narrowing his eyes, when Wataru pushed his hand away after only a few strokes, before he recognized the fine tremble in Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s limbs that meant he was reaching his limits. Wataru had stopped Nago to keep himself from coming too early, Nago realized. <\/p>\n
He understood Wataru far better than that idiot Megumi, Nago thought to himself smugly as he slid his fingers free and replaced them with his cock instead. Wataru sank down onto his elbows as Nago pushed inside, Nago holding Wataru in place with lube-sticky hand on his hip, using his other to stroke Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side soothingly. <\/p>\n
Wataru was hot and tight and, once Nago had tugged his head up out of the pillow he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d buried his face in, made some of the sweetest, throaty noises that Nago had ever heard. Although he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d heard them before, it sent a warm pulse of satisfaction down Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spine to hear quiet, meek, little Wataru making those sorts of noises, to see the way Wataru twisted his fingers in his blankets, to feel Wataru pushing back against Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s steady thrusts. <\/p>\n
This time when Nago reached around to palm Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, Wataru thrust into the touch rather than pushing him away, the pitch of his voice rising to a wail as he shuddered and spilled over Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand, his body squeezing tight around Nago. <\/p>\n
No sense in dragging it out then, Nago figured as he repositioned his newly-sticky hand on the opposite hip from his other one. His thrusts turned deep and sharp, Wataru still whimpering underneath him, until orgasm forced his eyes shut and drove the air out of his lungs in a rush of heat. <\/p>\n
When he managed to force his eyes back open, Nago realized after a moment of disorientation that Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body was shaking with the effort of holding himself up on his elbows and knees still. Both of them hissed as Nago pulled out of Wataru, then Wataru gave a shaky moan of relief as Nago unstuck his hands from Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin and Wataru collapsed to the bed. <\/p>\n
Indulgent from orgasm, Nago tugged the blanket loose from under Wataru without comment about lying on one\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s own fluids. After getting himself into a comfortable position on his side, his head on Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pillow and Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back tucked into a warm line along Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, he threw the blanket over both of them, making sure it was tucked in securely on Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other side.<\/p>\n
Getting enough rest was essential to keeping himself in top form, Nago knew, and it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like he wanted Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shivering to keep him awake. He even tolerated a minimal amount of rustling about as Wataru found an angle for his head on Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, and both of their breathing slowed. <\/p>\n
The sound of the front door broke the silence, and Wataru tried to scramble out of Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip and his bed, only to have his progress halted by Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Lie back down,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he commanded without opening his eyes. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Shizuka-chan?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru wailed in horror as Nago steered him right back up against his chest. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a burglar?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Then maybe she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll learn a lesson about just strolling into other people\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s houses,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago said reasonably, pushing Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head back into a more pleasing position where Nago could rest his chin on top of it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an intruder, I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need pants to kill them with my bare hands.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yo, Wata\u00e2\u20ac\u201dOI!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nago cracked an eye open and eyed Eritate Kengo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dangling jaw with vague distaste. Garish though the man was, he was usually harmless enough, so long as he was just trailing along after Nago quietly. On the other hand, Nago had little use for the man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obviously poor timing. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hello, Kengo,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru said miserably, and Nago noted with interest how the skin of Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder was heating up under his fingers, but he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t making any move to cover himself back up with the blanket that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d kicked aside during his attempt at escape. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wataru,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago inquired, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153have you been doing these sorts of things with Kengo?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d In case Wataru wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t crystal clear on what \u00e2\u20ac\u0153these sorts of things\u00e2\u20ac\u009d were, Nago flicked a thumb over one of his nipples as he said the words. <\/p>\n
Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin heated up several degrees more as he mumbled, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kengo isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a girl either.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kengo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth snapped shut and he colored nearly as furiously as Wataru, darting nervous glances from Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face to Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he blurted, waving his hands in front of him as if to ward off Nago\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s well-deserved retribution. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How was I supposed to know?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nago examined Kengo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s unease with no small satisfaction. Served the Osakan right for fooling around with things that belonged to Nago. But then Nago took a better look at Kengo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arms as he was flailing, noting how Kengo had built up some very interesting muscles from guitar-playing and construction jobs. <\/p>\n
Perhaps Kengo was good for something after all. Nago glanced around the niche Wataru\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed sat in and made a quick judgment about the dimensions. They could manage it, he decided. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nago raised an eyebrow at Kengo, who blinked back at him. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you going to stand there like a moron, or are you coming over here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Sure enough, after another second of cow-eyed blinking, Kengo broke out in a grin and announced, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just like sensei!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d as he started clomping his way towards them. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m shakin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122!<\/i>\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nago-san!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru protested, but Nago didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even spare him a glance as Kengo pulled his shirt off and let it drop carelessly to the ground. <\/p>\n
Wataru would thank him later.<\/p>\n
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