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Epilogue 02: Sunday

Jin is up at seven by force of the alarm. Kame blinks at him in a puzzled sort of way.

"Sara," Jin says. "She wakes up around now."

It's only one coffee later that Sara comes traipsing out of the guest room, dragging the bunny by the neck.

"Daaaaad," she whines, and Jin pulls her on his lap, where she proceeds to wake up with her eyes closed.

They have breakfast together. Kame makes eggs for them and Jin watches, and it's only when Akira gives him a look that he notices the silly smile he's wearing.

But that's the only incident.

Breakfast, a bath for Akira because he was secretly into the jets too, and Jin and the kids playing Jenga until it's close to lunch time, the time he promised Meisa they'd be back.

It feels far too early. But Jin keeps agreements, and he knows this was just the first time. They can come Fridays and stay through to Monday, they can come whenever. It all worked.

"Bye, Kame," Akira says shyly, and Kame's reply is just a little shy, too

"BYE!" Sara waves. "See you next weekend. Remember about the kiwi, okay?"

*~*~*

When Jin comes back Kame is on the phone, waving quietly, his hair sticking up. Jin wonders about that, until Kame rolls his eyes at the air and runs five fingers over his head, saying, "No! If the offer gets out, we're looking at a week of his agency whining at us and trying to outbid us."

Jin leaves him to it and straightens the place out a bit. Kame's made the bed in the kids' room but hasn't folded it away, so Jin does that, and puts the sheets in the laundry.

In the living room, there is foam covering the remnants of the chocolate stain, Kame on the case. The couch is already in order, and the rest...

In Kame's white gleaming shelf sits a pink book on puppies. Jin takes it out and shakes his head.

He hears a breath behind him. Kame coming over, phone call must be finished. "Sara-chan forgot that," he says.

Jin tries to look stricken. "It ruins your color scheme."

Kame blinks at him. Then his mouth twitches. "Do you think she'd notice if I swapped it for a book on cows?" he asks as he takes it off Jin and flips it over for the back text.

"Not all cows are black and white," Jin laughs.

"Zebras, then," Kame says, and puts the book back, Tani the title puppy looking out over the living room. After a pause, he asks. "How was Meisa?"

Did she have a belated fit over her children meeting her ex-husband's gay lover, is what Kame means. "She was fine," Jin says. They had their awkward conversation a few days ago, after his little family birthday party. "I think she's holding back a bit, doesn't want to intrude."

"Good," Kame says, and Jin knows by now he's trying not to look relieved.

"Well, she still knew you when you were nice," he says, and Kame flushes a bit, but now there's a smile tugging at his mouth. He's in suit pants and a shirt, as always, but they're less sharp, Kame Sunday casual. He's put no make-up on, and his hair is still a mess from the exasperating phone call. He's hot without trying.

It comes over Jin with a wave of fatigue and a craving for warmth, rumpled Kame or at least their soft rumpled bed. Seven o'clock starts haven't been his thing since Meisa kicked him out, and with the box job, that was bedtime.

"I could do with a nap," he says.

"So take one," Kame says easily. "It's Sunday."

Yeah. "Take one with me?" Jin says, and tries to let his eyes convey that he wouldn't expect Kame to sleep, exactly.

"I'm still expecting a call," Kame says with a smile. "Time zones, has to be today." Guy's not the boss for nothing.

The bed is made and not all that rumpled, but just as comfortable and soothing as he'd hoped. He strips to his t-shirt and curls up under satin that warms quickly.

He's left the door open. Now and then he can hear Kame's voice; the balcony door opening and closing; Kame's chair moving in his office.

*~*~*

There's a touch on his hair, light and fleeting. His shoulder. It's disorienting and then he's awake, and he smiles.

"...'sup."

Kame is sitting on the side of the bed. Jin curls in again and pushes his hair out of his face.

"It's half past four," Kame says softly. "We go in tomorrow at eight. I thought I shouldn't let you sleep till evening."

"Thanks," Jin mumbles.

Kame stays sitting, as if watching Jin wake up is somehow entertaining. It's a lovely warmth, slowly chasing sleep away.

"You done with work?"

"Yeah."

"Want to come in?" Jin lifts the cover a little, stretches a little more.

Kame smiles at him. He opens his palm and holds up a bright green sock, Princess-size. "I found this in the bathroom."

Jin smiles back. "First puppies, then socks..."

"Well, I have a lot of space," Kame says, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm excited to think what I'll find next."

He puts the sock carefully on the bedside cabinet, and starts to get up. Jin quickly takes his hand.

"So," he says. "How about it, want to claim a reward after working through your Sunday?"

Kame stills and gives his hand a squeeze. "I was just about to make coffee."

"Coffee's good," Jin says, but... wait. Coffee, not really that urgent. Is he not being clear enough?

But Kame has already freed his hand and is slipping out the door, away. Jin stares after him, and at the bed, where he invited Kame twice now. At the bright green sock on the bedside table. That's when it clicks.

He grabs the sock and catches up with Kame in front of the gleaming Italian coffee station, the one piece of extravagant machinery in here Kame seems on intimate terms with.

"Hey," Jin says, slamming the sock on the counter. "What is this?"

"Espresso?" Kame blinks, stopping with the bag in hand. But he licks his lips, he knows Jin knows. "But I can make yours a latte if you want."

"Just because you've met my kids, you think now you can't fuck me anymore?"

That little freeze is pretty much his answer. But then Kame gets his cautious face on, and Jin wants to steal that damn coffee prop away from him. "I didn't say that," Kame says. "I'm just making coffee. And I thought you might..."

Jin waits him out. He can't tell the guy how dumb he is until he knows just how dumb he is.

"I thought it might feel strange, after this kind of weekend," Kame says blandly. "You have a family and..."

And?

"And parents aren't allowed sex?" Jin says, crossing his arms.

Kame gives a tiny shrug, and Jin can tell he actually has to make up his mind to answer, not just shut Jin down. "I just thought it might feel wrong."

"For whom, exactly?"

Okay, he doesn't recall Kame looking so... helpless. "It's just, what we do. Is that really how…"

Yes. That's really, truly how. Jin didn't move in here for the excellent coffee.

"Look, fact of life," he says. "I've got kids. Other fact of life, I like the sex with you. What we do. That's got nothing to do with my kids except in your stupid head right now. And since you decided to be stuck with me, I expect you to get over that soon, because I've got a lot of fucking to catch up on."

Kame thinks about that. It looks like hard work. His smile is still nervous, and hidden, but it's the kind that bodes well. "You're being pretty pushy," he says.

Oh, Kame's hasn't seen pushy. Jin steps forward and Kame lets him take the coffee bag, backs up as Jin moves in. "Well, there's your problem," Jin says, and they're not exactly smooth, walking into the counter, rattling the coffee station, and a spoon clatters to the floor. "I've gotten way out of hand. Why don't you do something about that?" But at least Kame lets him; lets him get real close. He puts his mouth behind Kame's ear and feels the first shiver, stillness pulling Kame tight. "And give it to me good."

Kame hisses in air. The stillness fades, his hands come around Jin, settling on his ass. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, Akanishi."

Better. "But I already have," Jin says, licking that bit of skin, tugging at Kame's earlobe. "I've been really, really bad."

Kame's hands pull; squeeze. Jin feels his interest at hip-level between them and his head's getting light. He's never talked like this, to anyone, but he's almost high. Kame's finally getting with the program.

"Guess I've been careless," Kame says. "Let things slide." There's menace and a smile at the same time, like fire up Jin's spine. "Guess I should correct that."

"Told you it'll be worth your while to have me here." He grinds against Kame, as much as Kame lets him. "All that access to my ass."

Kame splays his hands wide on that ass, hot through the thin boxer fabric, spreading him. Jin's breath hitches just from that.

Kame's fingers touch skin and it burns. Then his hands pull back, to Jin's hips, turn him, nothing coy or shy about him now. "You know where the bedroom is."

Jin falls back against Kame's erection, lets himself be real heavy. "I'm not sure I've been paying proper attention," he says. This is fun. "Left without instruction..." He gasps when Kame cups his dick through the boxers, pressing hard. "...too long."

"I see," Kame says, and it sounds breathless and full of realization, ideas. "I'll have to help you with that." He takes Jin's hand and twists it up between them, up; slowly along Jin's arching back.

"Say stop," he whispers, and Jin doesn't, not for a bit, not until it hurts and then he bites his lip and hears Kame's breathing.

"Stop," he says, the ache shivering even. It's uncomfortable and turns him the fuck on.

"Move," Kame says.

This time, he behaves. His shoulder burns, tear and tug as Kame pushes him forward. His dick makes his boxers stick out, Kame's strength behind him turning him weak and silly and he doesn't care.

Kame gives him a shove at the end, landing him half on, half off the bed. He makes no move to get up, just turns to see Kame, tall in outline, in a way that's got nothing to do with centimeter count.

Kame's eyes scan him up and down. There's color in Kame's face and a hard-on in his pants, and a look like he's about to unwrap a birthday present. He raises his arms to undo the cuffs on his shirt, and pauses. Beautiful and hard like that art of his. Jin almost touches himself.

"What?" he asks hoarsely.

Kame finishes with the cuffs, watching Jin all the time; all the time. "You want to suck my cock for a change?"

Does he? His own cock pulses, his mouth dry, nervous. That's how they started. He liked it even then.

But now he doesn't need emptiness, to forget his life. He's got everything now.

"Yeah, let me do it," he says. "I shouldn't get out of practice."

Kame's feet prod him, Kame's hand pulling his chin up, his back against the bed. Jin licks his lips, and Kame's eyes flare, before he undoes his pants. "Okay then, show me if you've learned anything," Kame says, which would be mean, except it makes Jin's ears rush more.

And Kame's dick is right in front of him, and then it's in his mouth, that alien taste and the heat of a hundred kisses, soft and hard and smooth, and it all makes his head spin.

"Oh god Jin," Kame whispers, hips starting on a shallow groove after the customary introduction, "I've jerked off just thinking about your mouth."

Jin closes his eyes, his breath short and his heart pumping. He's got it in his head now, got it all over him, Kame coming from doing what he wants with Jin in his mind.

Focus.

"Don't worry," Kame says. "I'll still fuck you." He slows Jin down, everything tingling, Kame watching. Yeah, he'd better.

Jin sucks hard, pulls back, remembers instructions from long ago. He tries to lick the head without his mouth slipping off, and everything's buzzing with how he wants to please and how somehow, somewhere, he finds that hot.

"Not bad," Kame comments, haughty bastard. It prickles on Jin's neck. "But not quite good either."

So he tries to be better. Tries harder with his tongue, runs it all around, sloppily. Kame keeps the loose rhythm and lets him try, try again, his cock growing thicker in Jin's mouth.

"You're eager," Kame breathes, approving. God, yes. Kame's hand goes tight in his hair, and he slows down, all the way down until they're still. Jin breathes, spit pooling in his mouth, and Kame right in front of him, inside him. "How much can you take?"

Even if Jin could answer, he doesn't know. He pulls forward, against Kame's hand, around Kame's cock, and Kame gets it, the grip changing, guiding. Slow; deep enough to make Jin sweat all over, and he holds and breathes, Kame holds him, Kame is shaking. "Good little cocksucker," he says, and Jin tries, think around it and breathe around it and focus on Kame's hand, but it's hot and tight at the back of his throat and then he can't.

He gags and pulls back, and Kame lets go at once. Jin's chest is heaving, his mouth numb. There's a little smile on Kame's face.

"We can keep working on that."

Before Jin can think of a reply, Kame pulls him up, up all the way and into a deep rough kiss. Jin's first thought is panic, he was still breathing wrong, but then he goes with it and it gets easy, and great, just great, Kame's arms holding him and Kame's tongue exploring him, and he doesn't even feel like trying to take over.

Then Kame releases his mouth, licking and sucking up the side of Jin's neck, little nips and bites that make Jin shudder. "You did well," Kame whispers when his tongue snakes around Jin's earlobe. "I'll fuck you now."

Jin whimpers, holds his breath. If Kame keeps this up, he's just going to come.

Kame doesn't. He lets him go, pushes him back, Jin's knees buckling against the edge of the bed. He lands on it with a bounce, a thud of arousal.

Kame's hands are on his buttons, his cock naked and dark, the suit pants and the shirt, and Jin's throat is dry and... "Keep it on," he finds himself saying. "Keep your clothes on."

Kame stills for a moment, a sudden blink. Then he lets his arms sink. His smile flickers up again. "You kinky little slut."

Jin swallows dry, yes he is, and he wants to laugh and he wants Kame to say it again.

"Get your pants off then," Kame says. "The t-shirt too."

Jin squirms out of the boxers, yanks the t-shirt off. Kame watches his lack of grace and it's just more of a turn-on.

Then he's done, waiting again. Kame never takes his eyes off him. Not when he moves around the bed, not when he snatches the lube in the bedside drawer. He tosses it in his hand like they used to flip those mics. Makes Jin watch.

He holds Jin's eyes while he flicks it open, dribbles some on his palm. It's Jin who blinks away, down, when Kame's hand falls to his cock, makes a fist around it... push and pull, in and out, and it could be Jin around him and Jin's almost trembling with want.

He finds Kame smiling like he knows. "Turn over," he says. "Get ready."

Jin is quick, Kame's last words still echoing when he's on his knees, shoulders on the mattress and his ass in the air, and please.

Kame hasn't even moved yet.

But now he does. The bed dips and Jin breathes out, Kame's thighs pushing against his before anything else, the suit...

"Pretty," Kame says, hands trailing up Jin's thighs, down his ass; fingers dipping between. "I don't even know what I want to do with you first," and… oh god there. It's playful, not Kame's cock, and cool, two fingers or three, just playing right there.

Jin shivers, strains to spread wider, come on.

"Don't move," Kame says. "You don't want to spoil the good impression you're making."

His fingers drive in fast and Jin jerks, can't help pushing back against it, blunt and burning and deep and Kame leans in, his cock smearing more lube against Jin's ass.

"You're being bad again," he rasps.

"Punish me," Jin suggests, and it doesn't even feel stupid.

There's a snort, but another deep thrust, too, Kame patting his ass. "Maybe I'll be nice and help you be good."

What?

Kame twists his fingers out and then he taps on Jin's back. "Your hands, here."

Oh. Jin shifts, squirms his arms back, all his weight on his shoulders now. Kame takes his wrists in one hand, and there's a slip of something, a menacing clink, and Kame's belt wrapping around them, tight.

Kame slaps his ass. "Better."

He puts his fingers inside Jin again, and Jin whimpers, he just wants to melt around them. It's weird, how having your hands tied fast makes it even hotter.

"You're so ready for me," Kame says.

"I'm still your whore?"

"You're the whoriest whore that ever whored," Kame says, and it sounds almost like a blessing. "But only for me."

His hands spread Jin wide, and there's his cock, and Jin gives around him, feels him slide in all the way, and then he's full. At last. He feels like his hair is standing up all over his body.

"My personal whore," Kame says. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard."

God yes.

"And you'll do only what I want." Kame reaches for his hands and pulls, just enough to be tight, not enough to be painful. "Hold still. Be good."

He's good, he's perfect. Holding still, just for Kame, he's all for Kame; still and tense, he's trying, and the tension makes him tighter, makes Kame feel rougher, and nothing takes his mind off the push and slide, it's all he gets, all he is.

"Good whore," Kame says gently, and Jin moans and doesn't want to move and...

Kame slows, the strain easing. Jin shudders all over when Kame reaches around for his cock. "Sorry," he says, freezing, "sorry."

"No, that's your reward," Kame says silkily, gives him a squeeze. "I want to feel you come when I'm deep inside you."

That won't be difficult, Jin thinks. Not anymore.

"Go for it," Kame whispers, and Jin jerks, thrusts into Kame's hand, and onto his cock, and again, and Kame keeps him close and right and it goes so, so fast.

He comes in Kame's tight grip, his eyes screwed shut and his ass spread for Kame, and his head is full and empty and pulsing with more more more. God, this is amazing.

"I love how much you love it," Kame says, full of focus. Then he grips Jin's hips, and takes him again; takes him for a short hard ride, selfish and driven and it's so perfect Jin wants to cry.

The end's an incoherent gasp, a final slam, sweat and suit and skin as Kame jerks against him.

Then they're just breathing, ragged, Kame holding Jin to steady himself. He's coming down, everywhere, and when he finally slips out of Jin he's still holding him. Breathing.

"Well done," he says at last, but it sounds hoarse and not at all bossy.

Jin hmms happily and does nothing else. He's not sure he'll ever be able to do anything else again.

The bed sags when Kame falls down beside him, flat on his back. Jin rolls heavily on his side. Once the tension is off his arms it's easy to wiggle his hands out of the belt, too.

"You were right," Kame says, spreading his hand lazily on Jin's naked hip. The sticky warmth is like an aftershock. "Having your ass on call will improve my life."

Jin curls in a bit. He's always liked being right.

Kame is facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. Jin almost laughs because he's such a mess, hair stuck sweatily to his face, the formerly hot overlord suit just a pile of wrinkles with random lube stains, and in the middle of it his sleepy dick.

"Hey there, boss guy, sir," Jin says. "You can take your clothes off now."

Kame squints at him as if he's an unruly underling, but then he lifts his hips and pushes the pants down, and off. The shirt is more work. Jin kind of enjoys watching Kame move this zonked out.

He slides his hand on Kame's stomach, still hot, the sweat still coming. It's all very encouraging, Jin thinks. Nobody fucks a guy like that and still considers him too pure for fun. "You're pretty good for someone without practice, too," he says, and giggles when Kame tries to glare at him. "Imagine what you can do if you try a bit harder." He tickles Kame's skin.

Kame snorts, trying to hide his own smile. But he doesn't hide from Jin's touch. Jin lets his eyes close over the view of his messy hair, his curving mouth.

They drift like that. Jin would go to sleep if he hadn't had a nap. It's surprisingly long before Kame's stomach goes tense with thinking, planning, but when it happens, Jin can feel it under his hand. "I should..."

He gives Kame just a hint of pressure. "It's five on a Sunday," he says. A July Sunday with soft sun through the blinds and the aircon quietly whispering. "You should nothing."

Deep down, he's surprised when Kame gives in. This kind of cooperative management style will do him good. More sleep, more sex, less stress.

Pink puppy books and movie nights.

Kame looks at him, and it's right there too. All of it. He holds Jin's eyes past comfortable, past polite, another burn that makes him shiver.

How long's it been that this started, that this happened? Just weeks? It feels longer. It feels lasting, right at the core of him.

"So this is how we live?" Kame asks.

"Yes," Jin says. He thinks that sums it up nicely.

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wow. that's all i can say as of now. wow. well, after all the things that happened, all the talking and the hardship, it all ended to this really great ending... how do i say this??
thank you so much for this...

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