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"Hanagaki-san! Look over here!"
"Tachibana! Who are you wearing tonight?!"
"Big, beautiful smile from the happy couple!"
Takemichi attempted to shield his eyes from the blinding flashes of cameras being thrust in his face while reporters swarmed around them like flies. He smiled tightly and wrapped a polite arm around his 'lover,' Hina. Hina, like the exquisite woman she is, gracefully led Takemichi down the red carpet, answering any reporter that approached them with as much charm and kindness as she could muster in order for the reporters to be dismissed swiftly. The 'couple' had just eluded the last reporter before sliding into the building that was hosting the premiere of the first three episodes.
Takemichi sighed, overwhelmed by the paparazzi outside.
"I didn't expect it to be this much for a premiere..." He grumbled as Hina snickered.
"You'd better get used to it, Babe. Keep up the good work, and soon you'll have people following you to your apartment."
The stalking part didn't sit well with Takemichi, and he made a mental note to always bring Hina home, or at the very least have someone accompanying her.
As Hina clung to Takemichi's right arm, the boy shook his head in an effort to regain his composure. Through the crowd, the two made their way over towards their co-stars.
"Hina!" Emma rushed over to Hina the moment that she caught sight of them, tackling the poor girl into a bone-crushing hug.
Hina laughed, hugging her back. "Emma, I saw you last night. Relax." Emma giggled before walking over to Ryuguji who was talking to Mitsuya.
Just then, a clamor of adoring fans screamed, capturing the attention of almost everyone in the room, before being cut off abruptly by the closing door, and here came Mikey, dressed handsomely in a wine-red two-piece suit. His chest was bare and milky white, while his blonde hair was pulled away from his face in a half-up, half-down fashion. Not that Takemichi was paying any attention to that. Of course not…
Mikey's eyes scoured the area eventually focusing his attention on Takemichi, who turned away, praying he wasn't just caught staring. Mikey approached Takemichi, a cheeky smile on his lips as he came closer.
"Tachibana-san, you're as lovely as ever," Hina smiled and said hello to Mikey.
"Takemichi," Mikey nodded As they scanned the newly colored brunette up and down, their gaze holding a particular yearning. Takemichi had to bite his inner cheek in order to calm his reaction.
Ryuguji cut in to greet Mikey as well, capping a hand on the shorter one's shoulder. "Mikey, looking good. But you forgot to button your shirt, my guy." Mikey swatted his hand away, claiming that his look was intentional.
"Intentional, my ass. Your nipples are poking out, your so cold, aren't ya?" That was more of a rhetorical question.
Mikey gave his usual cocky smile, "Ya hear that Emma,' Emma rolled her eyes, "Kenchin is checking me out. Better watch out for him." Mikey winked, stepping back as Ryuji tried to hit him.
Takemichi humphed, which drew Mikey's attention.As the intercoms announced that the premiere was about to begin, Mikey gave Takemichi a subtle wink..
"You go on ahead, I'll catch up." Takemichi whispered to Hina and gave her a soft peck on the cheek before separating. (All for the promotion.) Hina gave a cute "Okay!" and headed into the screening room, while Takemichi stayed behind, grabbing Mikey's arm and rushing him into an empty storage room before anyone could notice.
Mikey smiled up at the brunette then leaned in for a kiss.
“You're looking ravishing tonight” he whispered, wrapping an arm around Takemichi's waist, while the other played with the hairs at the back of Mikey's nape without making it too messy.
They broke apart for air as Takemichi spoke, " I feel so out of place. it's kinda overwhelming, I'm practically shaking." Mikey bumped noses and squeezed Takemichi's slim waist.
"I can help, by having you shaking for a different reason," The blonde leaned in, nibbling at the other's neck, being careful not to leave any marks. Not that marks were a problem, he just needs to find a place where they won't be so visible. The latter gasped softly and sighed at the playful touch of his....lover (?)
"We should be getting back to the premiere...People might start to wonder--" Takemichi was cut off but his own breath. Excitement washed over him as Mikey thrusted his hips into him. Takemichi was about to protest until Mikey took his lips again, nibbling and licking at his bottom lip.
Mikey parted and kissed over to his ear, biting softly on the shell before groaning, "Just a few minutes, I mean isn't that why you brought me here...please, babe."
Takemichi chewed at his lip. He was too whipped for his own good. And in a sense, he did expect a little something when brought Mikey into a secluded room.
"fifteen minutes--" He inhaled sharply as Mikey's hands went straight to the hem of his pants, "And don't do too much, ok--" Mikey quickly captures michis plump lips in a searing kiss. Michi lets out a soft moan wrapping his arm around Mikey's neck to pull the other closer as he delved in the hot warmth of his mouth, their tongues dancing in urgency to have the other at their mercy. Takemichi whimpered in desperation. He hated the way his chest grew hot, the way his brain melted to goo from the way Mikey looked at him in hunger. Just the way Mikey licked his lips sent a way of pleasure to his loins as his warm hand palmed at the bulge between Takemichi's legs. Takemichi let out a whine that was quickly silenced by Mikey's lips, capturing him in another mind-numbing kiss. He melted into his touch, his soft moans muffled by the attack on his lips from Mikey’s teasing kiss. Fuck, Mikey sure knew how to get Takemichi going, touching in all the right places, places that were also littered with marks from their last “visit” at Mikey’s penthouse.
Takemichi makes quick work of trying to unbutton Mikey's trousers.
"Eagered, aren't we, Ta-ke-mitchy~"
Takemichi's eyes rolled back with a groan. That nickname shouldn't have this much of an effect on him as it does. But fuck, does it do.
He let out a breathy laugh, giving his best playful almost smug smirk, and fuck did it make him look even more attractive. Looking at his lover, he takes a moment to take notice of the way Mikey's hair was no longer tied up but now missing his hair tie which probably got lost in the moment.
So much for trying to not be messy...
“Y-yes, fuck hurry up and touch me already “ He breathed, rolling his hips in sync with mikey’s hand that dragged over his straining erection, causing a moan to escape his trembling lips.
"What's the magic word?" Mikey teased, continuing to nibble at Takemichi's jaw.
"Please..." Takemichi whined, which would affect him a little more if he wasn't so turned on right now.
Mikey hummed, "It was actually; 'Pretty please, my dear Mikey', however, I'll take it because you said it so cutely."
Takemichi watched as Mikey dropped to his knees, in front of his crotch. Smirking up at Takemichi, Mikey unzipped the other's pants and briefs, pulling them down past his ass to have better access, watching as his cock sprung out. Pale and bright pink with desperation.
Gasping, Takemichi grabbed a fistfull of Mikeys hair, holding it into a makeshift ponytail, since the previous style came undone. The blonde kissed lightly at the head of his dick, teasing his...lover (?) like a little minx. Takemichi's eyes grew dark with lust and his pupils blew wide at the sight below him.
Mikey spit into his hand for lubrication as he dragged it up and down Takemichi's shaft. precum leaking out, which Mikey gladly licked away, soon taking the tip in his mouth slow and carefully, his tongue tracing the pulsing veins on his cock before rounding the tip with circular licks.
Shutting his eyes tightly, Takemichi could feel the pooling of heat building up in his stomach. "Ah-- Mi...key" He moaned, hands grasping the wall for support. Mikey was just loving the attention. His eyes rolling back and moaning at Takemichi twitching in his mouth. The taste was savory, Mikey couldn't get enough of it.
Takemichi's moans grew more desperate and quick, taking both sides of Mikey's head, gripping his hair. Mikey knew too well what comes after this....
No-- Stop. This is Takemichi, his Takemichi... focus on him only...
Mikey relaxed his jaw, remembering to inhale from his nose, and good thing because Takemichi, without warning, started thrusting into Mikey's throat, gulping a deep breath at the amazing silk and warm feeling of Mikey's throat.
"Mikey--oh Mikey~" Takemichi growled, trying to be as quiet as he could be so no one walking by would hear them. Not that it was really helping.
With one final thrust, Takemichi came undone into Mikey's throat, painting his mouth white, which Mikey didn't hesitate to swallow. Releasing him with an audible pop.
He grabbed hold of Takemichi's hips to help support the guy so as to not bucket down from his own weight.
Tucking his dick back inside of his underwear, Mikey pulls himself off the floor, using Takemichi as a support beam before pulling Takemichi into a hot searing kiss.
"Mikey--ah~ we got to head back before they start looking for us." Takemichi said, still out of breath.
Mikey sighed, his voice raspy from the now sore throat, "Lemme hold you a little longer. It's the least you can do right after using me like that." Mikey chuckled lightly as Takemichi blushed from embarrassment.
After another minute, the two got themselves presentable and cleaned off as best as they could, then made it back to the screening room where the premiere was still playing-- albeit, almost done with the first episode.
Takemichi soon located Hina and sat down in his assigned seat, with Mikey right behind him.They were both located at the end of the row, which was really convenient. Hina raised a suspicious brow at Takemichi, who blushed and rubbed the back of his head before turning back to face the Screen to continue watching.
——
After the showing--and getting a standing ovation from the crowd-- the cast and other famous celebrities made their way to a separate hall for a celebratory party.
Before going in, however, Hina stopped Takemichi to interrogate him.
"Now where were you for the duration of the first episode?" She squinted her eyes, cutely, putting on the role of detective.
Takemichi sweated and smiled nervously, "Just talked with Mikey for a bit," Hina hummed sarcastically as she quoted him using air-quotes.
"I'm sure it was a lovely 'talk' if it took about twenty minutes." She smirked.
Takemichi knitted his eyes in slight annoyance, "Yeah, the same 'talks' you are doing with Kisaki in between recording." Hina's mouth gaped at what Takemichi said, laughing at the statement with Takemichi snickers following behind. Hina lightly hit Takemichi on the bicep in retaliation.
Takemichi wraps his arm around Hina's shoulders as they enter the dining hall, going over to their fellow co-stars to mingle.
There was then a clink of a glass after the lowering of music, quieting the room, and a voice shouting over the crowd, "Can I get everyone's attention."
The crowd turns to the middle of the floor where their director stood, microphone in hand. "As you may know, I am so proud of what we have made together. Working with the talented cast and amazing production team to make my story come to light is truly fantastic, and the response to tonight's premiere has been beyond what me and my team had expected and now I'm even more excited to be filming season two soon enough. I want to, of course, introduce you to some of our new cast mates who will be joining us in next few months for the filming of season two and three.”
The crowd clapped at the speech and began talking amongst themselves as a group walked in amidst the chaos.
“Please give a warm welcome to our new cast members! I’ll leave you all to get acquainted with and hope you're all ready for the next season!"
As the celebration proceeded, the volume was enhanced as guests continued to converse.
The newly arrived party dispersed into the crowd, speaking with the various celebrities there. Takemichi recognizes a familiar face among the group: a white-haired, round-eyed girl.The girl's face glowed with joy as she wriggled her way smoothly over to where Takemichi and Hina were standing.
The poor man was tackled and given a bone-crushing embrace, which Takemichi could undoubtedly recall.
"Takemichi! Oh lord, look at you! I was watching you, and I'm so proud. You were amazing!" The girl exclaimed excitedly, giving Takemichi one last squeeze before letting him go and backing away.
Takemichi winced at the new yet familiar pain the hug gave him, but pushed the feeling aside. "Senju-chan?! It's so good to see you. It's been so long." He said, his cheeks starting to hurt from how wide his smile stretched. "What a coincidence, you and I are on the same show now."
"Beyond crazy." Senju hugged Takemichi again, "I just can't believe I'm seeing you again after all this time."
Someone coughed next to them, causing the two to take a step back. Hina cleared her throat, alerting the two to her presence, before extending her hand.
"Hi, I'm--"
Senju cut her off, grabbing Hina's hand and shaking it. "Tachibana Hinata. I've seen a couple of your performances, you're like my idol!" Takemichi snickered at the white hair girl's greeting, knowing damn well that her adoration was just a bit more then a simple fan. However he has no room to judge.
"...And Hina is my....girlfriend," Takemichi said begrudgingly.
Senju stopped shaking Hina's hand to give Takemichi a confused look. The two seemed to be having a silent conversation because with just a simple tilt of Takemichi's head, Senju gave a conforming nod.
"Anyways, I'm excited to be working with you." Senju smiled.
Hina returned the smile with a "As do I," before excusing herself, seemingly to mingle with the other cast members. Or what Takemichi expected, a similar 'talk' with Kisaki.
Takemichi turned back to Senju, "Okay, I know you have question--"
"I have a lot of questions."
"Right and I'll answer them in time. just not here..." Takemichi gave his best pouting face.
"Oh lord, not the pouting. You know that hasn't worked on me since high school," Senju laughed, pushing Takemichi slightly which caused the other to laugh as well.
Takemichi sighed, smiling at Senju sweetly. Even after all these years, they were able to laugh and talk to each other as if they were back in Takemichi's bedroom. Like they didn't grow apart. It felt nice. Takemichi missed Senju, she was his best friend after Akkun, of course.
"You were always helpless for my faces"
Senju gave Takemichi a sarcastic smirk, nudging his side with her elbow. "Yeah, ok. I was not helpless. If anything you couldn't get enough of me."
Takemichi scoff playfully, "You're so right," He said sarcastically, "I was just madly in love with you." He rolled his eyes as Senju stuck up her nose.
The two snickered again, leaning on each other for support, not noticing the other person across the room watching them.
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Mikey was enjoying the after party. Keyword being 'was'. Yeah, it was enjoyable, until he noticed something that just soured his mood.
Takemichi, his Takemitchy, was over across the room flirting with the new cast member that was just introduced. Well... it looked like flirting to Mikey. From where he was standing, Takemichi laughed, talked, and even hugged the girl.
He couldn't like her, right? Takemichi even told Mikey himself, Takemichi is gay. Strickly dickly, no kitty. Mikey tried to remind himself, but the little voice in the back of his head just kept going on about how Takemichi doesn't look at him that way. How Takemichi leans just a bit more closer to her. The way his hands just smoothly tucked a hair behind her ear and landed on her shoulder.
...
What the fuck!
Didn't he just meet her? Why were they so touchy? Well, he couldn't really say much on that, Mikey was an overly-touchy person as it is. But this is different, he swore.
His jaw clenched, bitterly, as he watched the two act all chummy together. Hell, Takemichi wasn't even this friendly with Hina, his pretend girlfriend. The blonde sighed, downing the cup of whisky in one swing. However, he nearly spit it out when he heard an all too familiar voice.
"What a coincidence we are working together again," Mikey froze on the spot, his blood running cold.
Like a flashwave, every memory, every encounter, every therapy session he took to try to suppress what has happened all came to him. Mikey's face paled, he would have fainted over if it was for the table he was using to support his weight.
Stiff, Mikey turned his neck behind him, where the person he dreaded and hoped he would never see ever again stood, with a half smile and a three feet distance from Mikey.
"Haruchiyo...?" Mikey forced out. His throat almost closing from fright.
"It's Sanzu, now..." 'Sanzu' gave a close mouth smile, tilted his head to the side,
"Miss me?"