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Kamen Rider Kiva: Useless Things part 23 (Nago/Wataru, 13+)
Here's Useless Things part 23. Some groping under the cut.
After the encounter with the man who was most likely his friend, Wataru had been bustled off by Nago-san. "He could be a Fangire," Nago-san had snapped. "Which means he's dangerous."
Wataru had only nodded, because he was starting to wonder if he could trust even his own doctor, at least while he was in the middle of changing from part to full Fangire. "Can Shima-san figure out a way to keep me from changing?" he asked.
"I'm sure he's thought of the possibility," Nago-san said. "If there's a way, he'll find it." He smiled at Wataru, before pulling out of the parking lot. "In the meantime, I think it's safe to return you to your house."
Wataru nodded. He wasn't going to complain about the possibility of working on his violins, or playing the Bloody Rose, or just being home.
"At least for the moment," Nago said. "If we need to, we'll move you back into my place."
Wataru nodded again as Nago-san drove into a parking spot and stopped. Nago-san got out of the car and locked his door, and then helped Wataru out. Wataru leaned against Nago-san's car as Nago-san locked his door, and then Nago-san helped him through his gate and through the front door. As they ascended the stairs, Wataru's body ached and things got dim. He stumbled on a stair step.
Nago-san caught him. "How are you feeling?" Nago-san asked.
"Lightheaded. Aching," Wataru said. "Like I want to rest." Maybe sleep. Maybe his body was telling him something.
"Let's get up these stairs," Nago-san said, "And then to your bed. Can you make it?"
"I'll try," Wataru said. "We might have to go slowly, though."
And go slowly they did. Wataru struggled upstairs, through the short distance to the second set of stairs, and then tried not to tumble down them. Nago-san provided a steadying hand, and Wataru finally, thankfully, tumbled on top of his bed. Darkness threatened to engulf his vision and he wondered if he was going to pass out.
But after a minute or two, his vision returned. He stared at the ceiling of his bed alcove, wondering if he was going to feel like this the next three months. Which reminded him of something very important. "Nago-san?"
He looked towards his table, where Nago-san seemed to be thinking. "Nago-san, I think we're going to have to start acting like real boyfriends, to make... people... think I'm not the King and you're not my bodyguard."
Nago-san nodded sharply. "I was thinking of the same thing," Nago-san admitted. "And we're going to have to start working on it in *here*, so it works when we're out *there*."
"How do we start?" Wataru asked. Now Nago-san had a really good reason to help him stay human, not that Nago-san hadn't had a really good reason before.
Nago-san stood up. "By being intimate, which will also keep you down."
"Intimate?" Wataru asked. But Nago was sitting down on his bed, and Wataru instinctively moved to make room for him.
"How do you feel, Wataru?" Nago-san asked, lying down beside him.
"Better," Wataru said. Things were better when he was lying down, actually.
"Good," Nago-san said. He shifted suddenly, looming over Wataru. His hands were suddenly in Wataru's hair, and then he was leaning down, his body heavy on Wataru's, and then their lips met.
Repeatedly.
Wataru wouldn't have minded, really, if Nago-san had wanted to take things further. In fact, Nago-san's hands were now running down Wataru's body, undoing his scarf, coasting towards his pants.
Just as long as Wataru didn't have to move.
Then, Nago-san was flying across the room, and Taiga was standing there, looking grim. Wataru had no idea where he'd come from or how he'd snuck downstairs without making any noise. He attempted to lever himself up, but failed.
"If you plan to live longer than the last few minutes," Taiga said coldly, "You'll leave this place and leave Wataru alone."
Wataru remembered what Dr. Takada had said. Apparently Taiga had been sent to protect him, just as he had when they'd been little. But Wataru didn't need protection by a Fangire. However, he wasn't going to tell Taiga that, not when he was too weak to defend himself or help Nago-san.
"It's okay, Taiga," Wataru said, struggling to sit up as Nago-san got up and strode towards Taiga. "Nago-san wasn't hurting me. He's my boyfriend... and my bodyguard."
"Not anymore he isn't," Taiga growled. Wataru could see Taiga's face had gone rainbow-patterned. "As of today, I am taking over security duties for you."
Nago-san had the IXA Knuckle out. Taiga stepped forward, seemingly ready to take on Nago-san. Wataru neither wanted his best childhood friend and Nago-san to kill one another, nor did he want his house shot up, so he grasped the edge of his bed, pulled himself up, and immediately grabbed onto a chair. "Taiga-san, Nago-san, can't you share bodyguarding duties?"
The two other men stared at him. "Wataru, back to bed, now," Nago-san ordered.
"Wataru, sit down!" Taiga hissed.
"No," Wataru said. "You can both be my bodyguards, and I'm not moving until you agree to it." He really wanted to sit down; his arms and legs felt like they were made of jelly, and his ankle hurt. But he was not having a fight in his living room.
"Rule #1," Nago-san warned.
"Youlre making-" Taiga started to say, but Wataru interrupted him.
"I'm sorry, Nago-san," Wataru said. "But this time... I need the two of you to cooperate." He held onto the chair tighter as a wave of diziness engulfed him.
Taiga and Nago-san glared at him. "I'll get his arms, you get his feet," Taiga said. "We'll figure this out after that."
Nago-san gave Taiga a curt nod before coming around the table. Taiga grabbed Wataru under the arms with one hand while prying Wataru's fingers off the chair. Nago-san picked up his legs. Between them, he was carried over to his bed and plopped back on it. His two prospective bodyguards sat down on the bed, blocking any escape. Wataru wondered for a second on what Nago-san's punishment would be before lying back down on his bed.
"What were you doing, molesting Wataru?" Taiga demanded.
"Taiga, that was my choice," Wataru said, before Nago-san could answer. "I don't want Fangire killing me before I can change." Or have the change stopped, but he didn't think Taiga would think well of that. "Nago-san and I are pretending to be boyfriends so that Fangire look at me and think that there's no way I could be King, since I'm having sex with a human man."
"Are you?" Taiga asked impatiently.
Wataru shook his head. "No." Not yet, at least. He wondered what it would be like, and he did plan to do it with Nago-san sometime. Just not when Taiga was around. He wanted to finish what he and Nago-san had started. "But in order to pretend better, I asked Nago-san to kiss me."
Taiga didn't look too happy with the answer. "I'll work togther with *him* if he'll work together with me," he said finally.
"Nago-san?" Wataru asked. "Please work with Taiga to keep me safe."
"If I have to," Nago-san said reluctantly.
Wataru smiled. "I need a nap," he announced, closing his eyes. "Please work out the details."
Consciousness soon faded after that.
After the encounter with the man who was most likely his friend, Wataru had been bustled off by Nago-san. "He could be a Fangire," Nago-san had snapped. "Which means he's dangerous."
Wataru had only nodded, because he was starting to wonder if he could trust even his own doctor, at least while he was in the middle of changing from part to full Fangire. "Can Shima-san figure out a way to keep me from changing?" he asked.
"I'm sure he's thought of the possibility," Nago-san said. "If there's a way, he'll find it." He smiled at Wataru, before pulling out of the parking lot. "In the meantime, I think it's safe to return you to your house."
Wataru nodded. He wasn't going to complain about the possibility of working on his violins, or playing the Bloody Rose, or just being home.
"At least for the moment," Nago said. "If we need to, we'll move you back into my place."
Wataru nodded again as Nago-san drove into a parking spot and stopped. Nago-san got out of the car and locked his door, and then helped Wataru out. Wataru leaned against Nago-san's car as Nago-san locked his door, and then Nago-san helped him through his gate and through the front door. As they ascended the stairs, Wataru's body ached and things got dim. He stumbled on a stair step.
Nago-san caught him. "How are you feeling?" Nago-san asked.
"Lightheaded. Aching," Wataru said. "Like I want to rest." Maybe sleep. Maybe his body was telling him something.
"Let's get up these stairs," Nago-san said, "And then to your bed. Can you make it?"
"I'll try," Wataru said. "We might have to go slowly, though."
And go slowly they did. Wataru struggled upstairs, through the short distance to the second set of stairs, and then tried not to tumble down them. Nago-san provided a steadying hand, and Wataru finally, thankfully, tumbled on top of his bed. Darkness threatened to engulf his vision and he wondered if he was going to pass out.
But after a minute or two, his vision returned. He stared at the ceiling of his bed alcove, wondering if he was going to feel like this the next three months. Which reminded him of something very important. "Nago-san?"
He looked towards his table, where Nago-san seemed to be thinking. "Nago-san, I think we're going to have to start acting like real boyfriends, to make... people... think I'm not the King and you're not my bodyguard."
Nago-san nodded sharply. "I was thinking of the same thing," Nago-san admitted. "And we're going to have to start working on it in *here*, so it works when we're out *there*."
"How do we start?" Wataru asked. Now Nago-san had a really good reason to help him stay human, not that Nago-san hadn't had a really good reason before.
Nago-san stood up. "By being intimate, which will also keep you down."
"Intimate?" Wataru asked. But Nago was sitting down on his bed, and Wataru instinctively moved to make room for him.
"How do you feel, Wataru?" Nago-san asked, lying down beside him.
"Better," Wataru said. Things were better when he was lying down, actually.
"Good," Nago-san said. He shifted suddenly, looming over Wataru. His hands were suddenly in Wataru's hair, and then he was leaning down, his body heavy on Wataru's, and then their lips met.
Repeatedly.
Wataru wouldn't have minded, really, if Nago-san had wanted to take things further. In fact, Nago-san's hands were now running down Wataru's body, undoing his scarf, coasting towards his pants.
Just as long as Wataru didn't have to move.
Then, Nago-san was flying across the room, and Taiga was standing there, looking grim. Wataru had no idea where he'd come from or how he'd snuck downstairs without making any noise. He attempted to lever himself up, but failed.
"If you plan to live longer than the last few minutes," Taiga said coldly, "You'll leave this place and leave Wataru alone."
Wataru remembered what Dr. Takada had said. Apparently Taiga had been sent to protect him, just as he had when they'd been little. But Wataru didn't need protection by a Fangire. However, he wasn't going to tell Taiga that, not when he was too weak to defend himself or help Nago-san.
"It's okay, Taiga," Wataru said, struggling to sit up as Nago-san got up and strode towards Taiga. "Nago-san wasn't hurting me. He's my boyfriend... and my bodyguard."
"Not anymore he isn't," Taiga growled. Wataru could see Taiga's face had gone rainbow-patterned. "As of today, I am taking over security duties for you."
Nago-san had the IXA Knuckle out. Taiga stepped forward, seemingly ready to take on Nago-san. Wataru neither wanted his best childhood friend and Nago-san to kill one another, nor did he want his house shot up, so he grasped the edge of his bed, pulled himself up, and immediately grabbed onto a chair. "Taiga-san, Nago-san, can't you share bodyguarding duties?"
The two other men stared at him. "Wataru, back to bed, now," Nago-san ordered.
"Wataru, sit down!" Taiga hissed.
"No," Wataru said. "You can both be my bodyguards, and I'm not moving until you agree to it." He really wanted to sit down; his arms and legs felt like they were made of jelly, and his ankle hurt. But he was not having a fight in his living room.
"Rule #1," Nago-san warned.
"Youlre making-" Taiga started to say, but Wataru interrupted him.
"I'm sorry, Nago-san," Wataru said. "But this time... I need the two of you to cooperate." He held onto the chair tighter as a wave of diziness engulfed him.
Taiga and Nago-san glared at him. "I'll get his arms, you get his feet," Taiga said. "We'll figure this out after that."
Nago-san gave Taiga a curt nod before coming around the table. Taiga grabbed Wataru under the arms with one hand while prying Wataru's fingers off the chair. Nago-san picked up his legs. Between them, he was carried over to his bed and plopped back on it. His two prospective bodyguards sat down on the bed, blocking any escape. Wataru wondered for a second on what Nago-san's punishment would be before lying back down on his bed.
"What were you doing, molesting Wataru?" Taiga demanded.
"Taiga, that was my choice," Wataru said, before Nago-san could answer. "I don't want Fangire killing me before I can change." Or have the change stopped, but he didn't think Taiga would think well of that. "Nago-san and I are pretending to be boyfriends so that Fangire look at me and think that there's no way I could be King, since I'm having sex with a human man."
"Are you?" Taiga asked impatiently.
Wataru shook his head. "No." Not yet, at least. He wondered what it would be like, and he did plan to do it with Nago-san sometime. Just not when Taiga was around. He wanted to finish what he and Nago-san had started. "But in order to pretend better, I asked Nago-san to kiss me."
Taiga didn't look too happy with the answer. "I'll work togther with *him* if he'll work together with me," he said finally.
"Nago-san?" Wataru asked. "Please work with Taiga to keep me safe."
"If I have to," Nago-san said reluctantly.
Wataru smiled. "I need a nap," he announced, closing his eyes. "Please work out the details."
Consciousness soon faded after that.