|Nina (allira_dream) wrote,|
@ 2008-11-10 23:25:00
Another Time, Another Scene.
Title: Another Time, Another Scene.
Warnings: Most likely jossing out their manga, all things considering.
Summary: It's not the fact that it's a yaoi doujinshi: it's the fact that the fangirls keep getting the most important facts wrong what bothers Mashiro.
Notes: Written for springkink: Bakuman - Saiko/Shujin - Roleplay - Just reacting to yaoi doujinshis.
Another Time, Another Scene
It's not the fact that it's a yaoi doujinshi. Mashiro had ranted about that long and hard the first few times he had found yet another yaoi doujinshi of Takeru and Sai, but eventually he does let go. Just like Shujin's always saying, it means they're doing something right if they already have publicity like this, and fans who care enough about their series to make stories of their own.
... even if most of them are porn. Whatever. And it's kind of flattering, really, in a very bizarro don't-wanna-think-about-it way.
It's mostly that it's always the betrayal scene they use and it always starts the same way. Takeru with his gun, ready to shoot Dai after Dai confesses that he belongs to the enemy race, Dai's hopeful, almost crazy expression when he says that he wants Takeru's dream to come true because he belives in it.
After that, it's always the same story, according to Shujin who's the one that reads them, since Mashiro doesn't want to risk copying a panel by mistake or something.
And, okay. It's the fact that Takeru is always the uke in those doesn't help. SHEEZE! He's the main character and he has a gun, and Shujin has written hell knows how many pages of Dai always saying how he'd be happy to do whatever it was that Takeru wanted. What else could the fangirls want to take a hint, huh?
Okay, sure, Takeru is kinda a little hesitant, but he's shown that Takeru totally wears the pants in that relationship, right? It should be more than enough for people to understand who'd be seme in that relationship.
... if it was a yaoi manga, which it isn't, of course, which makes all the previous thought a moot point.
But still, Shujin is a masochist, and he can't just let go. He has to know what other people do with their characters, and whenever he finds something interesting he phones Mashiro, and Mashiro can't never know when it's going to be something relating a revelation to the plot and when it's going to be 'an echi doujinshi drew Azumi-sama with D-cup breasts! They have deformed her!'
And so it's his luck that it's one of the former, but a good one, apparently, by the breathy way Shujin's voice sounds.
“Couldn't you've waited until tomorrow?” Mashiro asks, sleepy and with his hand still half curled around his cock, because if he can hang up quickly, he's still going to jerk himself off before going to sleep.
“But Saiko! This doujinshi! It's amazing!”
“And I can't see it anyway,” Mashiro says, yawning. And still... “What's so good about it?”
“It isn't just porn, you know? I mean, it takes that cliffhanger we left three months ago and runs with it. They made it so that the spy was that kid from the newspaper stand, and Takeru is kind of freaked about having to kill a human.”
“Of course he'd be. Anything else?”
“Well. It does have Takeru as seme, you know? And they kinda do look like your style.”
Mashiro smiles a little, lets go of his dick and rolls over his stomach, his cell pressed between his pillow and ear. He's about to say goodbye when he hears, faint enough that perhaps he pictured it, the shuffling of pages, the soft, almost hidden way Shujin has of gasping when he has seen something nice.
Knowing that he made that sound while looking at porn makes Mashiro freeze for a moment, surprised by the sudden arousal that hits him. But, really. He's a teenager and he gets horny just by breathing, sometimes, and all this is about porn so it's not--
Shujin says: “Oh, Saiko, I wish you could see it... the way they're playing the angles is genius.”
Shujin tells him, how Takeru is shaking, holding unto the gun and he says 'let's end this', which is believable if he just had to kill a kid and a human. Dai is kneeling in front of him and he doesn't try to stop him and fuck, that's something he probably would've drawn, Dai's eyes closing and trusting even as Takeru presses the gun against his forehead, the finger on the trigger.
“Why don't you run,” Takeru asks, and Shujin sounds breathless. “Run, dammit!”
“I told you I'd stay by your side forever,” Dai says instead, and fuck, it's ridiculous that Shujin is changing his voice a little, making it softer for Dai, harsher for Takeru, and it's crazy that Mashiro has started rubbing himself against the mattress, terrified that it's going to creak or something worse.
And Shujin tells him that Dai's kneeling down, that he licks at Takeru's gun and the sound effects break into a moans as he does so and Mashiro shivers a little, tries to think how it would feel. He can't push his fingers in his mouth like this to try and picture how it'd be, having his mouth stretched like that by a gun, the unforgiving metal, the taste of gunpowder and grit.
Shujin's voice is breathless, too, and he can't think much about that, can't or hell knows what will happen.
“And?” he asks, instead, and Shujin goes on. He tells him how Takeru blushes on that doujinshi, how he throws his gun away and instead he kisses Dai, surprising him, tackling him to the floor. Takeru's supposed to be stronger than Dai, and Mashiro shivers a little when Shujin tells him that Takeru fists a hand in Dai's long dark hair, and he tries to think about Azuki, but it's hard to focus on soft breasts and curvy hips when Shujin keeps going on about how Takeru and Dai rub against each other, pulling at their suits and clothes as they kiss.
“They even got Dai's tattoo right,” Shujin tells him, and then he tells him how Takeru kisses that tattoo, tongues at it and traces it; Mashiro shudders and bites his lip to stop himself from moaning, because the tattoo's supposed to be sensitive and he can imagine the face Dai would make if someone was to do that, if someone was to touch something so intimate for him.
So instead he bites at his pillow and comes all over his hand, trying hard not to think too much about this.
There's a moment of horrified silence while he tries to decide if this counts as sex or if this falls in the heterosexual part of masturbating while watching porn. Even if he wasn't looking at porn, and even if he had Shujin saying how the porn went, it surely counts as that, right?
“Gotta go,” he manage to mutter, hopes his voice isn't as shaky as it feels.
Shujin sounds breathless through the phone. “Yeah, see you later.”
Mashiro hangs up and then he stands up to clean himself, deciding not to think about this ever again.