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The Last Story - Kame/Nakamaru/Koki
Title: The Last Story
Wordcount: 1759
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, but personally, I don’t know what this is
Pairing: Kame/Nakamaru/Koki
Warning: Threesome, various kinks, vague timeline
Note: This was written because I was stressed out, but it ended up being something forcibly dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cease11. Many thanks to pinkeuphoria1’s help, love her loads.
Summary: Koki and Nakamaru write stories.
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There’s this short story author that Koki rather fancies for the way she (or at least it’s the gender that the name seems to assume) portrays the entangled nature of a relationship between people, not necessarily in a romantic nature.
He especially loves the story about a boy’s relationship with his friends, all whom he thinks are out of his league. About how he thinks that he’s not supposed to be around them, how they are making him uncomfortable with how inferior he feels by being around them, and how, in the end, the boy ends up feeling liberated once he gets over feeling inferior because he has found his place within his circle of friends. There’s also another story about how a boy likes a girl and never gets around to tell her, until she likes another boy and they are separated in high school. All the stories feel relatable, feel real, and feel like he knows them.
It’s only when Nakamaru drops his notebook in his room during a sleepover that he discovers that his favourite author has always been his best friend.
Apparently, Tsukishima Fuyu is the penname of Nakamaru’s sister, and she has been co-authoring with Nakamaru for years.
A few weeks after that day, Nakata Yuuki, a name that combines both elements of Nakamaru and Koki’s names, emerges as an up-and-coming author of boys love stories in Weekly Jou-chan.
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Koki learns a lot about emotions from Kame.
Acting alongside Kame is not as strange or as awkward as it seems. It’s actually pretty enlightening, he thinks. He finds it ironic that Kame’s playing a character that is very much like himself, yet consistently trying to dissociate Hiroto from himself, commenting that Hiroto has gone through far too much hardship for him to completely relate to, hence giving him a challenge in playing a character like him.
Koki observes that Hiroto and Kame are like the battle-worn tigers who have been embittered by their past experiences, wearing their scars as their shields to defend themselves against their own vulnerabilities. Much like Kou towards Hiroto, Koki’s very fascinated by Kame; by the way Kame treats himself like his body’s a puppet of his mind, methodically pulling the strings and calculating the patterns of his moves.
Koki sometimes thinks that Kame treats everyone else as his puppets too. He imagines a loose, invisible thread that Kame uses to pull Koki towards him and Koki feels like something in him is programmed to obey him. It’s how he explains certain things to himself; things like why he willingly locks his arm behind Kame’s neck and bends down to press their lips together. Why he rubs Kame’s neck gently and breathes into his face. Why he intertwines their fingers together and brings Kame’s hand to his lips and why he kisses Kame’s body like he worships him. Koki feels like he has been automated, with the only switch being held by Kame.
When he tells Nakamaru about a story he wants to write, he talks about a spell that a boy casts on a person that he wishes to love, and about how the spell doesn’t work but the boy gets his love anyway.
Nakamaru doesn’t really understand it, but he outlines a storyboard and Koki fills it with his words, interspersing it with his memories of the way Kame sounds when he comes.
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Koki shoudn’t have been surprised. In fact, he should have seen it coming from miles away.
He asks Nakamaru how it went and whether he enjoyed it.
Nakamaru blushes. Koki smiles knowingly.
After all, there’s nothing that Kame does that is anything but spectacular.
A few weeks later, Nakata Yuuki writes a story about a boy who wishes that his best friend could sparkle because he believes in him and because he knows that he has it in him. The boy’s best friend will eventually shine, because he has a best friend who will do anything for him.
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Koki wonders if there’s such thing as a voluntary prey.
If there is, he knows of two who are such.
One is himself, and another is Nakamaru.
Kame’s not a very pleasant drunkard to be with, but then again, he’s not a very pleasant person in the first place. It doesn’t surprise them that random people get victimised when Kame chooses to drink alone. There have been okamas, bartenders, hosts, waiters, taxi drivers, Akanishi and this time, Yamashita. Yamashita’s testimonial suggested that Kame was trying to deliver a punch to him. Nakamaru apologised on Kame’s behalf. Koki bowed to Yamashita.
Kame’s purring in his sleep and Nakamaru sighs. Koki wishes that Kame would drink with any of them, and Nakamaru wishes that Kame wouldn’t drink altogether. Koki holds Kame’s hand and lies on his chest while Nakamaru kisses Kame’s cheek.
Kame’s no predator, but Koki and Nakamaru are his voluntary preys.
Nakata Yuuki’s new story features an elusive girl who refuses to share her pains until two boys enter her world and force her to open up. It ends with the girl crying in the boys’ arms, baring her soul to them. Koki thinks it sounds like Nobuta wo Produce, but Nakamaru reminds him that Nobuta was suicidal but not very difficult, and this girl in their story is just plain difficult. And that the two boys in their story are best friends from the start, unlike Shuuji and Akira.
Koki wishes that Kame were a girl. At least they, Nakamaru and him, could be there for him if he cried.
--
Watching Kame and Nakamaru kiss turns Koki on.
He never knew that Nakamaru could be so fierce when he kisses. He hears Kame groan when Nakamaru bites his lower lip, sounding very much like how he does when he climaxes. Kame’s body is arching backwards and his hand is pushing Nakamaru’s head to his chest. Nakamaru grabs Kame’s hip and tears his half-buttoned shirt open to slip it away from his body, trailing his lips from his neck to his abdomen. The sound of the ripped clothing is too much for Koki to bear; he sneaks behind Kame and envelops him in his arms from the back. Koki gives Kame’s shoulder wet kisses and stops him from letting out those delicious groans by covering his mouth with his palm; he doesn’t want Kame to come just yet.
Kame’s tongue is desperate, it’s searching for something and Koki immediately offers his fingers, putting them inside his mouth. It’s effective; Kame’s now busy sucking Koki’s fingers, licking and biting and wanting more. His hand takes Koki’s and Koki directs him to his bulge. Kame seems to be in a hurry; he pushes himself backwards to Koki and exerts more pressure on him. He’s grabbing Koki there, and Koki immediately moans. He feels unfairly treated – he has joined them the last but it looks like he’s going to come the fastest.
Koki grabs Nakamaru’s head and he looks up towards Koki. Koki mentally begs Nakamaru, who quickly helps him by slipping his hand into Kame’s pants and Kame grabs Koki harder. Koki kisses Kame back frantically, one hand wet in Kame’s mouth and another digging into the side of the hip that Nakamaru’s not kissing. They both know all about Kame’s limit, and they both know that he’s going to come.
Koki pulls his fingers out from Kame’s mouth and Kame throws his head back, exhaling loudly in orgasmic pleasure.
Nakata Yuuki takes a one-week break from her stories. Both Koki and Nakamaru decide that this is not something they will be sharing with their loyal readers no matter how much they love them.
--
Nakamaru sometimes asks Koki if he has ever felt guilty for making Kame such a permanent presence in their stories.
Koki doesn’t give a straight answer, but he wonders if he could write anything if Kame was out of their stories.
--
Nakamaru has a surprising kink for blindfolds.
He makes Kame close his eyes before wrapping a black cloth over them. Kame asks if Koki’s the one tying it, and they both exchange smiles. Koki tightens the knot and kisses Kame on the lips. He takes it slow, starting with a soft peck, and continues by opening Kame’s mouth to link their tongues together, then taking it faster and hungrier until Kame moans his name.
Nakamaru wraps his arms around Kame’s waist from the back and whispers things into his ear. He tells him stories about the two boys who love a blind boy and how they tell the blind boy that they will be his eyes because he can’t see. How they will be his arms and legs because he cannot reach for things that he can’t see. How they will be his shield because he cannot defend himself from things that he can’t see.
How they will be his living puppets because he cannot speak to direct the two boys to do things that he can’t see.
The blindfold feels slightly wet. Koki and Nakamaru hold Kame tightly between them and squeeze both his hands in theirs.
A few weeks later, Nakata Yuuki publishes a story about a puppeteer with two marionettes who cuts their strings because he couldn’t bear to confine them within his control anymore.
--
The stage lights shine and the music erupts. It’s the last Dream Boys show for the year.
Kame smiles at both Koki and Nakamaru, and they link their hands together and raise them upwards as highly as they can.
There’s no sky above them, just the dome of the hall, but it only means they can break it and soar towards the stars.
Later, when there’s no audience in the hall, no more stage crew bustling around and no other casts slapping each other high fives, Kame leans against Nakamaru as they sit on the very same stage, with Koki whispering a story into his ear. A story about two boys who collaborate to write stories about another boy that they both love. Kame asks many questions, like if the two boys are also in love with each other. If there’s ever any inequality in the love the three boys share with each other.
If the three boys in the story will ever snuggle like they do now, telling stories to each other.
Koki and Nakamaru deny all but the last, sending Kame to sleep with a contented face, one hand holding Nakamaru’s and the other holding Koki’s.
They both silently decide that Nakata Yuuki should write no more.
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Wordcount: 1759
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, but personally, I don’t know what this is
Pairing: Kame/Nakamaru/Koki
Warning: Threesome, various kinks, vague timeline
Note: This was written because I was stressed out, but it ended up being something forcibly dedicated to
cease11. Many thanks to pinkeuphoria1’s help, love her loads. Summary: Koki and Nakamaru write stories.
--
There’s this short story author that Koki rather fancies for the way she (or at least it’s the gender that the name seems to assume) portrays the entangled nature of a relationship between people, not necessarily in a romantic nature.
He especially loves the story about a boy’s relationship with his friends, all whom he thinks are out of his league. About how he thinks that he’s not supposed to be around them, how they are making him uncomfortable with how inferior he feels by being around them, and how, in the end, the boy ends up feeling liberated once he gets over feeling inferior because he has found his place within his circle of friends. There’s also another story about how a boy likes a girl and never gets around to tell her, until she likes another boy and they are separated in high school. All the stories feel relatable, feel real, and feel like he knows them.
It’s only when Nakamaru drops his notebook in his room during a sleepover that he discovers that his favourite author has always been his best friend.
Apparently, Tsukishima Fuyu is the penname of Nakamaru’s sister, and she has been co-authoring with Nakamaru for years.
A few weeks after that day, Nakata Yuuki, a name that combines both elements of Nakamaru and Koki’s names, emerges as an up-and-coming author of boys love stories in Weekly Jou-chan.
--
Koki learns a lot about emotions from Kame.
Acting alongside Kame is not as strange or as awkward as it seems. It’s actually pretty enlightening, he thinks. He finds it ironic that Kame’s playing a character that is very much like himself, yet consistently trying to dissociate Hiroto from himself, commenting that Hiroto has gone through far too much hardship for him to completely relate to, hence giving him a challenge in playing a character like him.
Koki observes that Hiroto and Kame are like the battle-worn tigers who have been embittered by their past experiences, wearing their scars as their shields to defend themselves against their own vulnerabilities. Much like Kou towards Hiroto, Koki’s very fascinated by Kame; by the way Kame treats himself like his body’s a puppet of his mind, methodically pulling the strings and calculating the patterns of his moves.
Koki sometimes thinks that Kame treats everyone else as his puppets too. He imagines a loose, invisible thread that Kame uses to pull Koki towards him and Koki feels like something in him is programmed to obey him. It’s how he explains certain things to himself; things like why he willingly locks his arm behind Kame’s neck and bends down to press their lips together. Why he rubs Kame’s neck gently and breathes into his face. Why he intertwines their fingers together and brings Kame’s hand to his lips and why he kisses Kame’s body like he worships him. Koki feels like he has been automated, with the only switch being held by Kame.
When he tells Nakamaru about a story he wants to write, he talks about a spell that a boy casts on a person that he wishes to love, and about how the spell doesn’t work but the boy gets his love anyway.
Nakamaru doesn’t really understand it, but he outlines a storyboard and Koki fills it with his words, interspersing it with his memories of the way Kame sounds when he comes.
--
Koki shoudn’t have been surprised. In fact, he should have seen it coming from miles away.
He asks Nakamaru how it went and whether he enjoyed it.
Nakamaru blushes. Koki smiles knowingly.
After all, there’s nothing that Kame does that is anything but spectacular.
A few weeks later, Nakata Yuuki writes a story about a boy who wishes that his best friend could sparkle because he believes in him and because he knows that he has it in him. The boy’s best friend will eventually shine, because he has a best friend who will do anything for him.
--
Koki wonders if there’s such thing as a voluntary prey.
If there is, he knows of two who are such.
One is himself, and another is Nakamaru.
Kame’s not a very pleasant drunkard to be with, but then again, he’s not a very pleasant person in the first place. It doesn’t surprise them that random people get victimised when Kame chooses to drink alone. There have been okamas, bartenders, hosts, waiters, taxi drivers, Akanishi and this time, Yamashita. Yamashita’s testimonial suggested that Kame was trying to deliver a punch to him. Nakamaru apologised on Kame’s behalf. Koki bowed to Yamashita.
Kame’s purring in his sleep and Nakamaru sighs. Koki wishes that Kame would drink with any of them, and Nakamaru wishes that Kame wouldn’t drink altogether. Koki holds Kame’s hand and lies on his chest while Nakamaru kisses Kame’s cheek.
Kame’s no predator, but Koki and Nakamaru are his voluntary preys.
Nakata Yuuki’s new story features an elusive girl who refuses to share her pains until two boys enter her world and force her to open up. It ends with the girl crying in the boys’ arms, baring her soul to them. Koki thinks it sounds like Nobuta wo Produce, but Nakamaru reminds him that Nobuta was suicidal but not very difficult, and this girl in their story is just plain difficult. And that the two boys in their story are best friends from the start, unlike Shuuji and Akira.
Koki wishes that Kame were a girl. At least they, Nakamaru and him, could be there for him if he cried.
--
Watching Kame and Nakamaru kiss turns Koki on.
He never knew that Nakamaru could be so fierce when he kisses. He hears Kame groan when Nakamaru bites his lower lip, sounding very much like how he does when he climaxes. Kame’s body is arching backwards and his hand is pushing Nakamaru’s head to his chest. Nakamaru grabs Kame’s hip and tears his half-buttoned shirt open to slip it away from his body, trailing his lips from his neck to his abdomen. The sound of the ripped clothing is too much for Koki to bear; he sneaks behind Kame and envelops him in his arms from the back. Koki gives Kame’s shoulder wet kisses and stops him from letting out those delicious groans by covering his mouth with his palm; he doesn’t want Kame to come just yet.
Kame’s tongue is desperate, it’s searching for something and Koki immediately offers his fingers, putting them inside his mouth. It’s effective; Kame’s now busy sucking Koki’s fingers, licking and biting and wanting more. His hand takes Koki’s and Koki directs him to his bulge. Kame seems to be in a hurry; he pushes himself backwards to Koki and exerts more pressure on him. He’s grabbing Koki there, and Koki immediately moans. He feels unfairly treated – he has joined them the last but it looks like he’s going to come the fastest.
Koki grabs Nakamaru’s head and he looks up towards Koki. Koki mentally begs Nakamaru, who quickly helps him by slipping his hand into Kame’s pants and Kame grabs Koki harder. Koki kisses Kame back frantically, one hand wet in Kame’s mouth and another digging into the side of the hip that Nakamaru’s not kissing. They both know all about Kame’s limit, and they both know that he’s going to come.
Koki pulls his fingers out from Kame’s mouth and Kame throws his head back, exhaling loudly in orgasmic pleasure.
Nakata Yuuki takes a one-week break from her stories. Both Koki and Nakamaru decide that this is not something they will be sharing with their loyal readers no matter how much they love them.
--
Nakamaru sometimes asks Koki if he has ever felt guilty for making Kame such a permanent presence in their stories.
Koki doesn’t give a straight answer, but he wonders if he could write anything if Kame was out of their stories.
--
Nakamaru has a surprising kink for blindfolds.
He makes Kame close his eyes before wrapping a black cloth over them. Kame asks if Koki’s the one tying it, and they both exchange smiles. Koki tightens the knot and kisses Kame on the lips. He takes it slow, starting with a soft peck, and continues by opening Kame’s mouth to link their tongues together, then taking it faster and hungrier until Kame moans his name.
Nakamaru wraps his arms around Kame’s waist from the back and whispers things into his ear. He tells him stories about the two boys who love a blind boy and how they tell the blind boy that they will be his eyes because he can’t see. How they will be his arms and legs because he cannot reach for things that he can’t see. How they will be his shield because he cannot defend himself from things that he can’t see.
How they will be his living puppets because he cannot speak to direct the two boys to do things that he can’t see.
The blindfold feels slightly wet. Koki and Nakamaru hold Kame tightly between them and squeeze both his hands in theirs.
A few weeks later, Nakata Yuuki publishes a story about a puppeteer with two marionettes who cuts their strings because he couldn’t bear to confine them within his control anymore.
--
The stage lights shine and the music erupts. It’s the last Dream Boys show for the year.
Kame smiles at both Koki and Nakamaru, and they link their hands together and raise them upwards as highly as they can.
There’s no sky above them, just the dome of the hall, but it only means they can break it and soar towards the stars.
Later, when there’s no audience in the hall, no more stage crew bustling around and no other casts slapping each other high fives, Kame leans against Nakamaru as they sit on the very same stage, with Koki whispering a story into his ear. A story about two boys who collaborate to write stories about another boy that they both love. Kame asks many questions, like if the two boys are also in love with each other. If there’s ever any inequality in the love the three boys share with each other.
If the three boys in the story will ever snuggle like they do now, telling stories to each other.
Koki and Nakamaru deny all but the last, sending Kame to sleep with a contented face, one hand holding Nakamaru’s and the other holding Koki’s.
They both silently decide that Nakata Yuuki should write no more.
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So...uhm... I often wonder how on Earth can you write A LOT and with brilliant/grat/original ideas. Can I have a tiny little part of your brain and your imagination?
I loved the whole concept and they wrote the story about the puppeteer ♥
ILU
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THANK YOU SO MUCH, ILU TOO
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You get Oppa's cute because I can't find a gif of me bawling my eyes out ;o;
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omg oppa is so cute *______________________*
ILU GABS
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SDFGHJHYRARGTSHD I'm only saying "puta que pariu" (portuguese swear word) many times, bc this is my way to express my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xDDDD
So nice (and hot fufu)!!!!! OMG YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I'M IN LOVE WITH KOKI AND MARU BEING ON KAME'S SIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A;~~~ WONDERFUL!!!! <3
ILU JOO <3 <3 <3
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ILU TOO !!! THANK YOU SO MUCH *__*
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Thanks for sharing ^^
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i love this a lot. ♥
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by the way Kame treats himself like his body’s a puppet of his mind, methodically pulling the strings and calculating the patterns of his moves.
this and the following paragraph. your imagery is beautiful.
but he wonders if he could write anything if Kame was out of their stories
ngl, this is me in regards to fanfic. there has to be Kame lol
He tells him stories about the two boys who love a blind boy and how they tell the blind boy that they will be his eyes because he can’t see.
again with the imagery. your incorporation of the extended puppeteer metaphor was so smooth, Joo. ♥
Ack! I read the sentence wrong and gave you the wrong advice >.< The sentence would work better as: a puppeteet who cuts the strings of his two marionettes because he couldn’t bear to confine them within his control anymore.
Sorry about that. I thought the marionettes were doing the cutting orz
Joo, I'm so proud of you. Truly. This was such a creative idea and you worked it so well and just fhdskjfhd. Loved it. ♥
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And about the mistakes, haha, I kept confusing past and present tense, so it's definitely ok if you correct me.
I'm so proud of you
I really, really, really, really didn't expect this. Seriously. You have no idea how much I wanted to blush but I can't because I'm like, straining in the office trying to not get mad at people and you. You, you guys. I love you guys. Thank you T___T /cries
Seeing you say this, it means the world to me.
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This is so sweet ♥
Thanks for sharing ♥
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thanks joo~ :)
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It was amazing. Entrancing ;;A; I love how you wrote all of them. Especially Kame, because I'm Kame-biased and you're one of the very, very few who write his character so darkly *o* I enjoy it immensely. But I did love the others too and all the bundled relationships <3 Hurrr.
But yes. Glorious, and at the same time chilly, apathetic and warming (at least for me). I love you, Joo <3
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A refreshing concept that wraps up so nicely.
The bittersweet taste of the fic make me yearn for more (^_^)
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..the pre-revised version.
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And the snuggling... asjlkafjakhasla
This was lovely... write MOAR ♥_♥
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Thank you, and I'm glad you like this and everything you said dfghgfdsfg I swear I wasn't intending all those and things just happened and I make things up as I went..but thank you so much ♥__♥ I'm really glad!
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♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Turns out I do.
I'm surprised.
Your brain is awesome.
PS. To clarify this a little, I have never read anything that would've included Maru (or if I have, I fail to remember it). I've heard about this Nakame frenzy that's been going on and I guess I got curious, and when Isa pointed me here and said this is good I thought "why not". Anyways, I want a piece of brain and imagination and ability to write, so awesome.
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