Addicted to LOVE - Chapter 1: The art of noncommittal sex

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Pairing: Just for the fun of it, I'll call it Koki ^^" (it's Koichi and Takki) - there might be more
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own KinKi Kids, or anything JE-related
Warnings: Swearing, sexual situations
Multi-Chapter


Notes: Dedicated to, because inspired by, my sweet and dearlilly0 andyukitsubute . ^^ A new idea to tackle. I really hope the KinKi fans will like it. <3


Intro: KinKi are soul-mates. Always and forever. But what if soul-mates are not made to be lovers? How do you find true love in someone other? And why even bother...?

Studio B. 10 minutes.

Koichi clicked his tongue. He looked up from his phone to check the clock on the wall.

10 minutes, huh?

As his gaze moved to finally rest on the one who shared the room with him at the time, he bit his lip. But then he decided to just give it a shot.

“Ne, Tsuyoshi-san…”

“No,” Tsuyoshi cut him off without even looking up from his notes.

Koichi blinked at first. Then he pouted. “What?! I didn’t even say anything.”

“Every time you `Tsuyoshi-san´ me, your plans will give me either trouble or work,” Tsuyoshi explained flatly. “So, no.”

“Come on, I just want to go out for a few minutes,” the older man complained.

“Don’t tell me you started smoking again,” Tsuyoshi teased with a grin.

“Please, it’s not like you need me here right now,” Koichi pouted.

Finally Tsuyoshi put his notes aside and got up, walking over to where Koichi was sitting on the couch. He walked up right behind his partner, clasping his shoulders firmly, before starting to massage them lightly. Koichi, while he still wanted to leave, immediately relaxed into the touch.

“You promised you would pull through to support me,” the younger man stated.

“I’m not smoking,” Koichi bit out irritatedly.

The second he didn’t pay attention Tsuyoshi grabbed his phone from him and checked through the latest messages. As he found the last one, his eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Oh,” he dragged out playfully, “it’s another kind of addiction.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Koichi snapped, jumping up and grabbing his phone back. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but it is,” Tsuyoshi told him with a teasing grin.

“Because if you can’t have me, nobody else can?” Koichi teased right back.

“Mah,” the younger one waved him off. “Still so full of yourself, thinking that after all these years I’d still be jealous?”

“Aren’t you?” Koichi suggested playfully.

“Hardly,” Tsuyoshi informed him. Then his hand shot out and he grabbed Koichi at the back of his head, pulling him close, their noses almost touching. “I know that ultimately you will always be mine.”

“Of course,” the older man gave him. “I’ll always love you the most.”

“It’s just not good for you,” Tsuyoshi told him.

“It’s not like I’m looking for Mr. Right. The sex is good, so why not take that?” Koichi shrugged.

“But exactly that is the problem,” Tsuyoshi said, a sad smile coming to his face. “You keep… doing this kind of thing and then, after some time, when the other party grows tired of it, you end up alone and then find yourself a new toy. But what you really need is someone to ease your heart.”

“But I’ve got you for that,” Koichi told him, pecking his lips shortly, before pulling back and making to leave. “And don’t imply that I’m sleeping around. I’ll be back for recording,” he called over his shoulder. “You be a good boy and cover for me in case management shows, ne?”

“Hai, Aniki,” Tsuyoshi dragged out, flopping down on the couch. The second later he heard the door close behind him. “Just why is it that this younger brother has to look out for the older one?” he mumbled to himself, but then picked up his notes again to move on with his work.

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As soon as Koichi’s knuckles connected with the door of Studio B, the door was ripped open.

“Takizawa-kun,” Koichi greeted the man standing inside.

Before he even knew what was happening, Tackey had pulled him into the room and locked the door behind them.

“Shut mouth, open shirt,” the younger man instructed plainly, already starting on his own clothes.

Sure enough, Koichi got right to work. However, a teasing grin came to his face.

“But if I shut it,” he teased, “then how can I…”

He trailed off and without further ado disrupted Tackey’s actions, ripping his pants open and pushing him back against the couch, making him flop down. Tackey could only gasp as he felt the other’s mouth on his quickly hardening dick. He bit his lip lightly, one hand coming to Koichi’s head to urge him further down his length.

“At least you’re not in the mood for teasing,” he grunted as he started to thrust up against the other.

He heard Koichi giving a complaining whine, but his mouth was hot, so he devoured it for a few more moments, before giving the other some room again. The older gave a few more stimulating sucks, then he drew back, glaring at Tackey.

“That was not nice,” he complained.

“Stop whining,” the younger man said dismissively. “You know why we’re here.”

“Because I suck you like nobody else?” Koichi teased, licking his lips as he straddled Tackey’s hips so his still clothed cock brushed against the other’s, rubbing it against the man’s stomach.

Tackey moaned at the stimulation. “There is no doubt you are talented,” he gave the other. “But then, you get something out of this too?”

“Mh,” Koichi hummed against the younger’s lips. “I’m just contemplating my future in the company. Your time will come and it’s never a bad idea to sleep with the boss.”

Tackey chuckled a bit at that.

“Pants off,” he demanded.

“Ah, getting down to business?” Koichi grinned, but complied readily.

He removed himself from the other to discard his remaining clothes, happy to see that Tackey ripped off his pants and boxers as well. Before he moved back to the other he grabbed the rubber and lube Tackey had placed on the table. Then he sat back down on the younger man, holding both items up for him to see.

“Which do you want?” Koichi asked simply.

“Well, since you’re already positioned so nicely,” Tackey teased, grabbing the condom from his fingers.

Without a second’s hesitation Koichi grabbed the bottle of lube more firmly, opened it, poured some onto his hand and started to work his hole.

“Give me a hand?” he asked, hips shifting forward slightly and Tackey caught on immediately, bringing a hand down on the other’s cock, stroking it thoroughly.

“Mo-ou~” Koichi moaned, moving into the pleasurable touch.

His fingers kept working at his back, hurriedly stretching his muscles.

“Okay,” he finally breathed out, removing his fingers. He grabbed Tackey’s dick, giving it a few more strokes in order to cover it with leftovers of the lube before wrapping both arms around Tackey’s neck.

The younger man didn’t hesitate and brought his dick up to press against the other’s entrance. Koichi took a deep breath, feeling the pressure. As he felt the other easing his flesh into his body, he tensed up just a little bit, but as soon as he’d sat down on Tackey’s hips, he sighed in relief.

“I don’t get to fuck you enough to make you so loose,” Tackey commented.

“Being possessive is not an option,” Koichi told him simply, starting to wiggle his hips to get the other back on track.

And it absolutely did the trick too. Tackey moaned at the friction and started to thrust up into Koichi’s body. The older man moaned at the feeling, grabbing his own cock to pull himself quickly. He could see Tackey’s passion-hazed eyes and it gave him a high. As it always did. This feeling of being wanted, watching the other’s desperate striving for that sweet release that he would give them. He shuddered as his cock twitched in his hands.

“Get off already,” he teased the other, who was thrusting up against him fast and hard, “I still have a recording to make.”

Tackey groaned, though whether it was in annoyance, or from arousal was difficult to make out. Either way, he kept moving demandingly and it didn’t take much longer for him to tense and gasp as his orgasm hit him and with a drawn-out moan he released, twitching and slapping his hips harshly to ride out the feeling. Koichi sighed as he felt the other come. He kept stroking himself, biting his lip as he got closer to the brim. Before he came, though, he felt hands shoving at him and pulling him up. He grunted in complaint, but Tackey kept shifting him roughly until he was seated on the couch. Then he felt Tackey thrusting his legs apart and swallowing him whole.

“Oh fuck!” Koichi cried out, thrusting up into the hot mouth engulfing him instinctively.

Tackey groaned a bit, but let him proceed, sucking hard even as Koichi fucked his mouth mercilessly. And then, as he felt Tackey humming lowly, he hit his own orgasm with a low moan through feverish pants. Much to his surprise, even though it was a pleasant one, he felt the younger man swallowing his come, gulping and giving a few last sucks.

He sighed satedly. “Shit, that was good.”

Tackey finally left him with a soft plopping sound.

“Can’t agree more,” he grinned, as he leaned up to kiss Koichi, letting him taste what he had left in his mouth.

Koichi moaned his approval and latched onto the other fiercely.

“Hm,” Tackey hummed against his lips once they had parted, “wasn’t it that you had a recording to finish?”

Koichi chuckled a bit and pushed Tackey away, getting up.

“That’s the sweetest `get lost´ you’ve given me thus far, Tackey-chan,” he said with a wink. He passed by the younger, clasping his shoulder. “Why then, have a nice day. Call again.”

With that he waved slightly and flew out the door.

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“Oh, kitty is back,” Tsuyoshi commented as he heard Koichi returning to their shared dressing room.

“What’s with `kitty´ now?” Koichi asked, annoyed.

“I’m not allowed any nicknames,” Tsuyoshi complained with a pout. “Aikata…”

“That’s a work kind of thing. Plus, it doesn’t feel personal,” Koichi informed him.

“Aniki,” Tsuyoshi tried again.

“Because we’re not brothers,” the older man explained.

“Kitty.”

“Why ever kitty?” Koichi wanted to know.

“Because you look like you got your cream,” Tsuyoshi grinned.

“Oh,” Koichi chirped, waving his hand dismissively, “I wasn’t the one.”

“More information than I would have needed,” Tsuyoshi huffed.

“Oh yeah?” Koichi asked, smirking. “But you were the one asking.”

“I didn’t ask,” Tsuyoshi defended himself.

“Well, I can take a hint,” Koichi shrugged.

The younger man sighed. “Fine. You win.”

“So, why are you curious?” Koichi wanted to know.

“I’m just worried about you,” Tsuyoshi explained. “He’s like what – your third this month?”

“But he seems to enjoy it,” the older man told him. “I don’t think he’ll grow tired of me easily.”

“Koichi, what are you thinking?” Tsuyoshi asked. “He’s just taking what you give him.”

“Same as me,” the other shrugged.

Tsuyoshi shook his head. “No, you don’t get it. He’s just sticking around, because he knows you’re an easy fuck.”

The second he finished that sentence he realised he’d made a mistake. As he looked at Koichi, he found the other simply staring back at him, face even.

“Kou,” the younger man tried, licking his lips nervously, “listen, I don’t mean that… it’s just… well, it’s just like that, you have this kind of reputation as it is. That’s why people keep approaching you. But, you know, this is not what being popular means,” he explained, trying to sound sympathetic.

Koichi scoffed. “What do I care about why they come?” he asked dismissively. “I am popular. I can choose whomever I want and I get all the attention I please.”

“Being popular and getting attention,” Tsuyoshi mused. “Will that make you happy?”

There was a moment’s silence. Then Koichi smiled at his partner, but his eyes shone with a sad gleam.

“How do you define happiness? If you mean a state of being content and not lacking anything you need and being able to see to all of your wishes…”

“It’s different,” Tsuyoshi told him. “What I mean is different from that. And I wish for you to be able to learn and experience this feeling yourself one day.”

Koichi nodded at him, acknowledging that he had heard him. “But for the time being,” he suggested, “shall we finish work for today?”

The look on Tsuyoshi’s face was hard to read. Koichi thought he saw a hint of sadness, a bit of concern, but also slightly repressed anger.

“Yes,” the younger man finally agreed. “Let’s get back to work. I have a lover to go home to, after all.”

“Aw, now you’re boasting,” Koichi teased, setting a lighter mood again.

“Now who’s jealous, huh?” Tsuyoshi retorted, answering the call and nudging his partner’s side playfully.


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So, chapter 1 is done. Well, this one is quite different. Hit me unexpectedly too. It's a first time for me, Koichi is the tragic character. ^^" I wonder where this will go. For now, I hope you enjoyed this and that you'll be back for further chapters. Mah, what to do with Koichi? Open to suggestions. ^_~
*hugs all her readers* <333333

Chapter 2