Frozen Photography

Frozen Photography

By mocha

Warnings, Disclaimers, and Whatnots: Midnight Sun belongs to the holy Toshimi Arina and Chara Magazine. TeruakixKaoru. Rated NC-17 for naughty things done in a photo booth. Dedicated to my love kukoikisei for making me write this.

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On a typical week, Kaoru's time was on a tight and constricted schedule: attend school, catch the latest bounties, and be home with enough time to eat and sleep. It was rare for a radical change in his routine, and it was definitely a bizarre experience to adapt to these new, unexpected changes when Shitou first appeared in front of him. It was annoying and outrageous. Shitou was annoying and outrageous, too, so it explained little on why he was now spending all his precious hours with Shitou.

Then again, he also wanted an explanation on why he didn't mind greatly when Shitou would pull him into the fast-moving world and take him on adventures that the bounty hunter dubbed as "fun."

"You do realize that your habit of stalking me is rather a pain," Kaoru declared one sunny afternoon. "I could be making thousands of yen at this moment, but instead, we have to have...fun."

"I'm not the one who called at eleven last night to ask about my weekend plans," Shitou shot back with an equally sunny grin. "Stop being in denial all the time; it's annoying."

Shitou was trying to bite him back with his own words, so Kaoru promptly decided to shut his mouth to end the annoyance chain. Shitou, though, refused to follow.

"Here we are!" he bellowed, arms raised high in front of the game arcade.

A grumble escaped him. "Don't make a scene in public."

"I'll make a scene if I feel like it, damn it."

"Don't swear in public either. You're being a horrible influence."

It wasn't until they settled into the seats of a racing game that Kaoru noticed the curious gaze of fellow gamers, who had listened to their banter while walking into the arcade. Shitou couldn't help but punch him back with a "Who's making the scene now?" and Kaoru swore that if he made it out today in one piece with his bounty hunter identity still a secret, then there truly was a god watching over him.

It was a really mystery on why he even bothered to come with Shitou. Kaoru believed that there was hardly anything they could agree on under peaceful terms...

"Alright!" Shitou spun the steering wheel in playful joy and began to select his car. "I'm taking the dark blue Honda. I always win with that."

"No, I'm taking it," Kaoru said bluntly, moving his selection to the Honda. "Dark blue is my favorite color."

"What the hell?! Just choose a different car that's blue!"

"The other ones aren't nearly as good. And I told you not to use profanity in public!"

Shitou finally settled on a white Honda and the two spent another batch of time deciding which course to take. By then, the goal to avoid making a scene was thrown out, for several people were around them and watching their verbal battle. Some were giggling behind their hands, and some were making quick bets on who would win.

Much to Shitou's annoyance, Kaoru won the race. It was oddly satisfying.

"If only you weren't such an asshole and took my blue Honda-"

"Stop whining." Kaoru sighed. It seemed like his goal for a minimal amount of harsh language had to be thrown out as well.

But again, as time passed swiftly in the arcade, he discovered that the twitch in his eye that was developed from Shitou's unceasing brash actions was slipping, and the pointless verbal fights over minimal subjects finally reaching agreeable terms, and for a moment, he wondered if going back to his routine would be a disappointment compared to what Shitou had brought him today. Shitou was such a contrast to what he normally had to deal with.

But still, an annoyance.

"...Jerk," he muttered when Shitou beat him for the third time at air hockey.

"Takes one to know one!"

Routine was beginning to sound nice again. He let go of the putter and straightened his jacket. "I thank you for your generosity, Shitou, but I should be leaving-"

"Photo booth!" Whatever Kaoru was saying had passed completely through Shitou's ears and drowned in the strong beats of the arcade music. He grabbed Kaoru's arm and pulled him into the back. The only booth available was in the very back corner, set between two walls so that the right curtain entrance was blocked. Shitou pushed Kaoru unceremoniously through the open left curtains and squeezed in.

Kaoru felt slightly uncomfortable with his entire forearm pressed against the other's, but it was even more unnerving that he made little effort to get away from the disturbance. "Your immaturity is so appalling sometimes-"

"Stop talking and smile, Kaoru-kun," cheered Shitou. "I'm only paying for five pictures since you took the rest of my money trying to beat me at air hockey."

"You had an unfair advantage since you can throw cards-"

Kaoru was interrupted when a bright flash filled the tiny booth. The picture screen beeped for a moment before showing the frozen shot of Shitou, grinning and holding up a victory sign with his fingers, and Kaoru, brows furrowed and a priceless expression of pure annoyance. Perhaps there was no god looking over him after all.

"Oh, we're definitely saving that one," teased Shitou. He pressed the screen and prepared for the next picture.

Aggravating like a fly, thought Kaoru, but it was a battle he had to win at least for today. Then again, his mind reminded him that he could care less when it came to his image.

Another flash of light blinded them for a moment and the screen revealed a shot of Teruaki smiling, and Kaoru, stoic as ever.

Shitou was hardly impressed. "Wouldn't kill you to show some teeth..."

"Being near you makes up for that plenty," he said. The screen beeped. "Shut up so we can leave."

They took a shot of their profiles, sitting back-to-back on the small bench in the middle of the booth. They filled up a whole picture with a close-up of their faces, in which Shitou demanded to squish Kaoru's face to his as close as possible. And for the last one, Kaoru allowed Shitou to draw fingers through his black hair, lean in closely and let his nose touch the side of Kaoru's cheek - just enough room to smile and wink at the camera. Annoying, yes, but Kaoru accepted it anyway.

"Now are we done?" Kaoru groaned. He shrugged his shoulder in attempt to gain freedom from Shitou's grasp, but it was fruitless.

He turned his head to see what was taking Shitou so long in removing himself, and instantly wished that he could turn back time to last night so that he could avoid making that late-night call. Shitou had that sort of look, where the eyes widen and appear clarified, a new revelation and idea to throw routines and schedules out of line. Kaoru knew that look too well for comfort, and quickly tried to take what little chance there was of escape.

When Shitou started to cackle softly, Kaoru knew that escape left the arcade without him.

"Hey, Kaoru, I just had the best-"

"No. NO. Absolutely not." He had known Shitou long enough to make a good estimate of what his rival was thinking. No matter; Shitou was blocking the left entrance, but he could always use the right.

Kaoru stood up brashly and knocked the other's chin the process. He pushed his hand against the right curtain, only to find the company of a carpeted wall behind it. He supposed that it was somewhat frightening to be trapped in a tiny booth with a top-notch bounty hunter, but it was more frightening to feel a sort of thrill creep up his spine, electrify his fingertips and force his heart to pump blood at a faster rate. He could feel Shitou directly behind him, and no doubt he was grinning like a fool.

“The curtain’s low enough,” he said in a quieter tone to prevent uprising suspicion from beyond the curtains, “so if anyone looked underneath they’d see feet and -”

“You’re insane,” Kaoru whispered back harshly. He turned around to face Shitou and eyed the other entrance for an opportunity to slip by. “There’s no way we can do that here!”

But Shitou was already in the process of tugging off Kaoru’s jacket and undoing a few shirt buttons. “You’re so boring. We’re in the back, the music is on way loud – no one will notice.”

“You’re too radical,” Kaoru protested. He shuddered when Shitou’s hand gave a light rub over a nipple. The left entrance suddenly seemed quite far away. “It’s doubtful you even have something on you-”

“I’ve been carrying around a tube of lube in my pocket lately,” he answered back almost instantly. Kaoru ground his teeth together and bumped his head against the wall. This was a sure sign that he was hanging around Shitou too much.

“Unbelievable.” He was caught by a skilled bounty hunter, so chances of freedom were only fictional.

Shitou had some decency to leave Kaoru’s partially-buttoned shirt on, but wasted no time in disposing everything else. Both their jackets and shoes were shoved in the corner and Kaoru found himself pressed against dusty old curtains while Shitou let his hands wander. First, Kaoru was kissed, not tenderly or ruthlessly, but it was obvious that Shitou did not want to linger for too long. He nudged Kaoru’s legs apart and gave a playful squeeze on the boy’s inner thigh before sliding his fingers around the growing mound in his pants. He teased it for a moment with faint scrapes of his fingertips, dragging them along the rough cloth from the base of Kaoru’s cock to the back of his balls, just lightly enough to make Kaoru thrust his hips slightly in demand. Shitou trapped Kaoru’s hips with his own and then used his free hand to make pointless dance patterns underneath Kaoru’s shirt. He quickly found a nipple and rolled the nub around in his palm, swallowing each mumble that was exchanged.

Kaoru was beginning to relax with the idea of doing something so offensive in public, until Shitou unleashed his smug side with a rather painful twist of a nipple.

Kaoru would have gone on a loud lecture about Shitou’s stupidity at that point, but fortunately, Shitou kept a tight hold on his lips. Any ranting was immediately muffled with fast movements of the tongue circling his mouth.

Once Kaoru’s mouth was released, though, he took the opportunity. “You do that to me again and I’ll leave you here.”

“Picky as ever,” replied Shitou, and his tongue landed on the abused spot. The shirt blocked his tongue but he continued anyway, switching between teasing licks to coarse nibbles with his teeth. He sucked until he felt Kaoru’s back arch and turned to stabbing thrusts with the tip of his tongue. He felt the hardened nub push back eagerly, demanding for direct contact. Kaoru had his hands occupied with fistfuls of the curtain and slowly felt control slip away. He found himself leaning forward when Shitou pulled away, but then promptly shoved himself back against the wall.

Shitou was most amused. “You could at least look like you’re enjoying it.”

Kaoru inhaled sharply when wet shirt fabric brushed over the well-loved nipple. “You must be joking,” he managed to say. If only Shitou’s hand would stop stroking him and his thumb would stop putting friction against his nipple, he would be able to speak more coherently. But Shitou was only making it more difficult when he harshly bit the tendons on Kaoru’s neck, and then leisurely licked along his collar bone. Kaoru thrust again, hoping it would encourage Shitou to hurry up. “This is completely brash-”

“Mm-hmm,” he heard against his throat. A strained sigh left his mouth when Shitou reminded him how sensitive his neck was.

“And illegal…”

“Right.” A pair of fingers rubbed his nipple and quickly left before Kaoru could shiver from the touches.

“And I swear, if someone walks in here…” Kaoru saw Shitou fall onto his knees and kept a hand firmly on Kaoru’s hips to prevent him from moving too much, “I’m sending you to jail for…” His sentence trailed off when Shitou kissed his erection with the cloth of his pants between them. His lips moved carelessly while he undid Kaoru’s belt, followed by his zipper.

“Send me where?”

Kaoru had his head tilted up and eyes closed. “To jail for-” His mouth suddenly opened wide and his voice struggled to groan something out. A strangled moan did somehow escape, and he tried to snap his jaw shut. But Shitou was all over him, with wet and sloppy lips clamped around his erection, teeth carefully scraping along his overly-sensitive skin and an energetic tongue sliding along the tip in fast movement. Kaoru bumped his head against the wall and tried to thrust into the moist heat, but Shitou had his hips firmly clasped.

“Let…let go,” he panted out. Shitou hummed in thought, which sent electric waves all around Kaoru’s body. His nipples tingled under his shirt, his hands gripped the curtains mercilessly, and his knees struggled to stay locked, even though he was certain he would collapse if Shitou didn’t let his hips free soon.

It wasn’t the first time they had engaged intimately before, but Kaoru was sure that Shitou, smug as he was, tortured him on purpose every time. More than anything, Shitou liked to keep him immobile just until Kaoru reached his limits or before he looked ready to smack Shitou’s face a couple times and tell him to hurry up and finish. Kaoru took hearty gulps of air and heard the curtain rod creak in protest from his tugging. Shitou was merciless and made each tight smack of his lips on Kaoru’s cock slow and agonizing under his tight grip of the hunter’s lean hips. He bobbed his head a few times and decided that they probably would get caught if he didn’t move along soon.

Kaoru breathed a relieved sigh when he felt the pair of hands leave his sides. He forced his own hands to leave the curtains and moved them to Shitou’s head, which he pushed towards him abruptly. Shitou swallowed gingerly and allowed Kaoru to give quick, rugged jerks into his mouth. Kaoru’s posture crumbled; his back curved, he hung his head over Shitou, his knees strained in distress, and he found himself unable to stop a string of whispered moans. He kept his thrusts short and jagged within the enclosure of Shitou’s hot mouth, wanting, needing to end this scandalous activity as rapidly as possible.

Just when he felt his stomach quiver in delight, Shitou – the nerve of him! – imprisoned his hips again and tore his lips away. Kaoru groaned aloud, perhaps a little louder than he should have, although he was having trouble remembering exactly where they were. Before he could complain, Shitou yanked his shirt and said in a breathless pant, “Turn around and on your knees.”

Once Kaoru was facing the curtains, Shitou rummaged though his pocket while pulling down the hunter’s pants and tossing them into the corner. He kept his own pants on and slid them down just enough to free his cock. He made quick work in opening the tube cap and shoved a few fingers into Kaoru’s mouth after his other hand was covered in the jellied substance. He slowed down a tad when entering his fingers into Kaoru’s entrance, but left him only a brief moment before stretching his fingers out and stroking the inner walls. Kaoru chewed on Shitou’s fingers, feeling a bit more discomfort than usual, but the thoughts on what was ahead soon subsided the sting. Shitou let one finger wander a while longer, searching for spots that forced Kaoru’s hips to jerk and his jaw to fall slack around the batch of exploring fingers in his mouth.

A few complaints to hurry up and some grumbling later, Shitou thrust deep into Kaoru’s ass and released his pants over Kaoru’s neck. Kaoru clung onto the curtains almost painfully, trying his hardest not to breathe too loudly or have his voice betray him and cry through the tiny booth. It was so complicated though, especially when Shitou grabbed his hips and brought them closer, or when he pulled Kaoru’s head over his shoulder and pushed his jaw up so he could take in all of the salty-tasting neck before him, or the fact that everything felt too constricted and hot. Kaoru groaned shamelessly as Shitou continued to push into him, rubbing his cock against each sweet spot and pumping Kaoru’s in rhythm with his thrusting. Feverish lips clasped his ear and sucked the whorls and lobe before migrating to the sensitive spot behind the ear, which Shitou loved well with his tongue. He left Kaoru little time to think and kept fingers and lips everywhere, from Kaoru’s moist tongue, to his lean stomach muscles, to the silky skin of his inner thighs that were drenched with milky juices.

It was just their luck, really, when three sets of shoes walked toward them and stopped dangerously close to the curtains.

“Ooh, everyone’s hogging the photo booths today!” a girl squealed. She clacked her heels together, and both of the boys froze.

“Is this one open?” Another girl, whose words were watery from smacking gum between her teeth, stepped towards the curtain. “The curtain’s closed but I don’t hear anything.”

Kaoru had to strike Shitou’s chest to get his focus out of the pleasurable haze and into the situation they were in now. “Stand up, you fool!” he whispered. They couldn’t be seen with their shins on the ground. He hoped the loud music would conceal their rushed rustling.

Shitou helped both of them up, with Kaoru using the curtains to climb. He strained to keep his lips sealed as the movements from standing up caused the erection in him to jab roughly along his walls. Shitou had to keep their backs curved slightly and snaked one arm around Kaoru’s thigh for support. Kaoru assumed he would leave it at that, but Shitou, master of torture, insisted on using his other hand to stroke Kaoru’s cock. Telling him to stop was not an option at the moment, so all Kaoru could do was gnaw on his fingers and pray the girls would leave.

“I see some feet,” another voice said. Kaoru sucked on his fingers harder, his excitement levels suddenly increasing from the anticipation, and he realized that one of the girls was looking at the space between the curtain and the floor. Shitou pumped harder and Kaoru swore that his head was spinning.

“And ew, they’re not wearing shoes. Nasty.” A bubble of gum popped and the clunking of shoes went in the opposite direction.

Shitou ceased his hand actions to make sure the premise was safe, and then expressed a sigh of relief.

“See? Told you they would look for feet.”

Kaoru came close to ripping the curtain out from its sockets and tying it around his neck. “You,” he panted, “are unbelievably lucky.”

But he concluded that scolding Shitou would be better at a different time, so they carefully found their way to the ground and quickened their pace in case another close incident happened. Kaoru abandoned the effort to maintain total silence and gasped with his forehead pressed against the curtain. He clenched his muscles around Shitou and shuddered when a pair of hands grasped his erection and stroked in pleasurable mercy. Shitou’s fingers, slick with saliva and lubricant, slid easily from head to base, in constant back-and-forth motions, until Kaoru’s guts twisted and his tendons tightened, and he came with a sobbing gasp. The bottom hem of the curtain and the wall were sprayed white, and fat drips of his semen rolled onto the floor. His hips jerked irregularly as Shitou came inside him moments later with a strangled moan muffled against his shoulder. Fingers continued to pump him until Kaoru felt like he could hardly move another inch and slumped against the wall. Shitou sighed contently and wrapped messy hands around Kaoru’s arms.

Kaoru wasted no time in settling back into an annoyed mood when Shitou didn’t say anything for a long while. “Don’t think that you have privileges now just because you managed to get away with this. There is no way you are falling asleep in here.”

“I know, I know.”

All they had to do was leave the arcade without making the same type of scene as when they entered it, but neither expected getting out to be such a hassle. Kaoru declared that everything was Shitou’s fault and that he was an idiot, so therefore, his jacket had to be used as the cleanup towel, and because Kaoru didn’t want to contaminate his. Kaoru also demanded that they wouldn’t leave until every spot of their mess in the photo booth was wiped up, because it was common courteously for someone to fix whatever dirty, warped, and illegal actions they committed.

Oh, and they had to pick up their pictures from the front.

Shitou believed that Kaoru was too uptight for such a matter, but he received the amusement of helping Kaoru walk out of the arcade with a grumpy expression and a slight limp. They departed with no incident and Kaoru was back in his apartment with just enough time to give Shitou a brief lecture on common sense, a vow to never go to an arcade with him again, and permission for one goodnight kiss before leaving.

And that was that. Kaoru switched back to his personal schedule with no problems: he slept for a while, ate a brief dinner and concentrated on his bounty hunting business. Simple as that.

But by eleven at night, the faces of criminals proved to be poor company, so he put routine aside and spent a precious hour of his time crawled in an armchair like a child with a phone next to his ear, a pencil ready to scratch notes in his planner, a set of five photos peeking out from the cover, and the question: “What are you doing tomorrow?”

~Fin