Characters: Marui Bunta and Kuwahara Jackal
Rating: R
Author's Note: Written for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
solanum_d for the beat the heat fic exchange =)
Walking out onto the streets of Rio de Janeiro alone for the first time should have felt strange, awkward even, but instead, Marui couldn’t help but feel comforted by the mass of bodies that swarmed the streets. The busy congestion of Tokyo seemed to have prepared him well for this city. Vibrant colors swirling around him made his bright hair fit in where his pale skin and light eyes could not.
So with the confident flap of his flip-flops on pavement (could it really be winter back in Japan? He really was a world away) and an unsteady grasp of Portuguese, Marui strolled down the streets, eyes opened wide to the various shops selling the generic touristy shirts, flip flops, random statues, and so much more. It was almost too much to soak in, and the redhead found himself grateful he would be here for an entire three-week mini-mester. Study abroad had kind of turned out to be the best idea ever.
Still congratulating himself on his brilliant if not impulsive decision, the succulent scent of a barbeque filled his senses, and Marui found himself stopped at a small street cart, eyeing a new array of food with an eager, delicious hunger. A pleasant old man, aged too fast probably from the combination of sun and poor healthcare, smiled back at him, gesturing as to what the foreign boy in front of him wanted.
“Eu querias…” Marui paused attempting to think of the word he wanted. “Um...aquelas!”
The old man simply stared at him, still smiling that friendly smile and gesturing that he had no idea what he was saying. Well, shit.
“Eu querias…” Now, he was pointing like a crazy person at what he wanted while trying to figure out the apparently right word. Why wasn’t he just giving it to him? It was cause he looked different. It had to be. Now he knew what tourists felt like when they came to Japan; it sucked to say the least.
“Nós queriamos dios queijos coalhos por favor.” A smooth voice rapidly called out from behind him, flashing Marui a crinkly grin as he threw down some real and handing the snack to the redhead.
“Thanks, I think.” Marui replied hesitantly in Japanese without a second thought, eyes widening as he realized his mistake. Some genius he turned out to be in Brazil.
“No problem.” The stranger answered just as smoothly back, causing Marui to stop eating his food and stare slightly in shock. The taller man just laughed before continuing, “Keep trying though. It’s an easy language to pick up I promise.”
And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd, the university student’s mouth slowly spreading into a smile as he started eating his food again. Rio de Janeiro was definitely a nice place, he decided.
--
It was a week later when Marui literally ran into the dark stranger that had saved his ass. With a doughnut half-hanging out of his mouth as he raced to class and his book bag haphazardly swinging at his side, he didn’t even see the man as he crashed into him, more upset about the fact that his doughnut was now on the ground than anything else.
“You…you….” Marui pointed at his doughnut, pushing his bright bangs back in frustration.
Something way too fast in Portuguese was the reply, causing Marui to glare, and the once helpful stranger to chuckle slightly.
“You’re late for class aren’t you?” He smiled an easy, crinkly smile.
“Yeah, maybe, so?” The redhead shot back, digging for a piece of gum and sticking it in his mouth.
“Let’s ditch. I’ll get you another doughnut.” Another easy smile that made it hard to stay mad at him.
Now, that Marui loved the sound of as they began to walk in the opposite direction of the university.
--
After spending the entire day with Jackal (names had been the first thing they had discussed), Marui had discovered practically everything there was to know about him. Only children. Japanese father. Grew up there until his mother missed her homeland so much that they had to come back. Same age. Played sports. Life guarded on the beach on the weekends.
Simple stuff, but for some odd reason, the college student found himself wanting to hear more, and he found himself telling Jackal everything in return.
“Do you believe in fate?” Marui asked out of blue as they sprawled out on the beach, staring up at the stars (you could never see them in Tokyo) with a bottle of rum in between them.
“Mmmm, yeah I do.” Jackal turned on his side to look at the pale foreigner, taking a swig from the bottle. “Why?”
“Dunno. I mean, not everything can be left up to my awesome genius timing ya know?” A huge gulp, and the world was starting to get blurry.
“Are you trying to say that you’re glad you met me?” Jackal wagged his eyebrows, and Marui couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Oh hell no.” The shorter teen retaliated. “You’ll just make it easier to meet chicks.”
“Well now that, I might be able to do…since you can’t do it on your own.”
Despite the pissy glare he shot at his new friend, Marui couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun.
--
They went to the same bar they had been going to every other night since that fateful day they had decided to ditch class and head to the beach instead. Different girls, different shots, and different beds to wake up in every morning, but in the thick of the action, it was always them.
Jackal said the girls loved Marui for his bright hair (not to mention the bright, sassy personality that came with it), the “cute” way he butchered their language that he still hadn’t mastered despite being a “genius”, and because they were so sick of tan, that pasty pale was refreshing. Whatever it was, there seemed to be no shortage of them, and the redhead couldn’t help but love it.
Marui winked at his partner-in-crime from across the table, throwing back two more shots quickly, and pulling his girl for the night, what was her name again?, out on the dance floor. It kind of sucked that most of the time they were taller or the same height as him, but what could he do? She was…smothering him though, pressing her thighs and breasts against him as if she were drowning, and he was her last lifeline. He could see Jackal cracking up from the table, a smirk playing on his lips, and Marui wanted to do nothing more than wipe it right off.
Extracting himself from whatsherface’s embrace, Marui confidently slid into his friend’s lap, placing a kiss on his cheek, and taking a large gulp of whatever the half-Brazilian was drinking. “What’s…so funny?” The tensai quipped, slipping back into Japanese like he always did when he was too drunk to think.
A comforting arm slid around his shoulder as a tipsy smile faced him. “Just your predicament Bunta.” A few chuckles erupted as Marui scowled.
“Not my fault she thinks sex is the same thing as dancing.” The short man lazily murmured, taking yet another huge gulp. “Not that I mind normally or whatever.”
“Not everyone can be as talented as you are açucar.”
Lavender eyes hazily settled on dark ones as an idea formed in Marui’s mind. “Dance with me.”
Jackal didn’t say anything in reply, simply took the pale man’s hand as they walked out to the dance floor.
As dark arms wrapped around him tightly and pulled their bodies flush together, Marui couldn’t help but wonder why this felt far better than any of the girls from the past two weeks.
--
“It’s so hard to believe, you know?” Marui slurred, the tequila burning as it slid down his throat. “I mean like…. like….” Another swig, a pass of the half empty bottle, and hand gestures in an attempt to articulate his meaning. “It seems like I just got here, and now I’m like…” A pause to find the words. “Leaving again.”
Jackal simply hummed in response, taking an extra large gulp before passing it back to his companion and digging his toes in the sand. What Marui had attempted to articulate was true; it did seem like only yesterday they were in this exact same spot, passing the same bottle of tequila back and forth, staring at the same stars and watching the waves wash in; the strange redhead still not able to hold his liquor. However, now lacked the excited chatter of new acquaintances, replaced instead by a calm, chill silence laced an unexplainable, nagging urge that could probably be explained by the alcohol. Or so they could pretend.
“Hey Jackaaaaaaal.” Marui’s head rolled onto a tan shoulder, wide lavender eyes searching for deep brown ones in the night. “Who’s gonna drink with me now?”
“The people you left behind for a couple of weeks, of course.” Jackal deadpanned, loosely running a hand through the vibrant hair of his classmate and ignoring the pang he felt at the thought of losing him. “Too drunk to use your genius reasoning huh?”
“Oh yeah…. people in Japan.” Another huge swig of the tequila; liquid courage was an amazing thing Marui decided. As was testing Jackal’s patience. “Maybe some girls like the ones here, you know, with like dark eyes and long hair and huge breasts that perk right up and legs that gone on forever and forever and an ass that….”
“Don’t.” The half-Brazilian cut off, forcing the bottle out of Marui’s hand and gripping his wrist probably harder than he should have. “You should stop.”
“Don’t whaaaaaaat, Jackal?” Marui hiccupped back, confusion washed all over his flushed features.
“Go back.”
Marui wasn’t sure who had lunged for whom, but it didn’t really matter. What did matter was the sensation of grainy sand pressing into his back, teeth drunkenly clacking against his and scraping along his lips, calloused hands roughly clamping down on his hips.
“Shit, Jackal…” Marui managed to hiss as an eager mouth began to bite down on his neck. Everything was rougher, sharper than it should have been, but it felt so damn good, and it seemed so imperative that they just.not.stop. His nails scraped down the Brazilian’s back, leaving needy angry marks in their wake before hands settled on hips and pushed down.
“I’ve…never….” The redhead gasped, quickly losing himself in the sensation as they desperately pressed against each other.
“Shhhhhh açucar,” Jackal whispered, slipping back into his native tongue. He gave the man beneath him a shaky smile as an equally shaky hand slipped below Marui’s waistband and curled around his erection. “Confiame.” Trust me.
And suddenly, the whole world went black.
A sliver of sun peeking out from the blinds caused the world to swim painfully before Marui’s eyes as he attempted to pry them open. His head felt like it was being assaulted repeatedly with a brick; his stomach turning with discomfort, and his ass burned like hell. He groaned, nothing like waking up to the pure pain of a well-earned hangover.
Vaguely, he felt a tanned hand ten shades darker than his own curled protectively around his stomach. Another had tangled itself in his bright hair, a warm body pressed against his back, lips warm on his shoulder, legs interlaced with his, and digging into his back, a very pronounced…
Fuck.
The realization was almost as jarring as the striking dizziness he felt as he bolted upright. Sure enough, there he was. Kuwahara Jackal, his easy-going, quick to smile classmate, lying next to him, and completely naked as he had been the day he was born.
The college student fuzzily remembered strong hands suddenly on his hips pressing him into the sand, the lips assaulting his neck, but they couldn’t have had that much to drink could they? And how had they even managed to stumble back to Jackal’s bed?
Marui had liked Jackal, really he had, but sex changed everything, and even their easy friendship would be different. Even his muddled brain could see the train of thought: fucking lead to feelings, and feelings lead to a relationship. Marui didn’t come to leave his heart in Brazil, and for some odd reason, his heart panged to leave Jackal in pain.
So without one word, he silently slipped from Jackal’s far too warm embrace, threw back on his shorts and walked away. It was better for them that way after all.
--
Another week and a half later found Marui walking to his mailbox like any other boring day. The sense of guilt and regret that he’d felt when he had gotten on that airplane, when he’d left without saying a single word, hadn’t left since he’d come back home.
Nor had the thoughts of what Jackal had thought when he woke up to an empty bed. To when he had realized the redhead was gone. Marui sincerely hoped that he had been too drunk to remember. The thought hurt, but it made things easier nonetheless.
Shuffling through his mail, the college student stumbled upon something that made it very clear Jackal had not forgotten. It was a simple postcard of the beach they’d gone to twice in his stay, and he sucked in a breath as he flipped it over.
Açucar,
Did you really think that you could just run away like that? You went to another country, not another planet (or did your awesome geniuses fail you yet again? :P)
That however is not what I want to write to you about. I like you Bunta (no, don’t even try to think in the ‘we’re just friends way’…. yes, I remember how you would make crazy excuses). A lot. And I think we deserve better than one drunken night we both hardly remember.
So look for me in a week. I’ll be the tall, dark one with the shaved head who sticks out like a sore thumb.
Amo-o,
Jackal
Maybe he had left his heart in Brazil after all, Marui thought with a slight smile, tucking the post card into his pocket. Thank god for someone who was bringing it back.
Rating: R
Author's Note: Written for
solanum_d for the beat the heat fic exchange =)Walking out onto the streets of Rio de Janeiro alone for the first time should have felt strange, awkward even, but instead, Marui couldn’t help but feel comforted by the mass of bodies that swarmed the streets. The busy congestion of Tokyo seemed to have prepared him well for this city. Vibrant colors swirling around him made his bright hair fit in where his pale skin and light eyes could not.
So with the confident flap of his flip-flops on pavement (could it really be winter back in Japan? He really was a world away) and an unsteady grasp of Portuguese, Marui strolled down the streets, eyes opened wide to the various shops selling the generic touristy shirts, flip flops, random statues, and so much more. It was almost too much to soak in, and the redhead found himself grateful he would be here for an entire three-week mini-mester. Study abroad had kind of turned out to be the best idea ever.
Still congratulating himself on his brilliant if not impulsive decision, the succulent scent of a barbeque filled his senses, and Marui found himself stopped at a small street cart, eyeing a new array of food with an eager, delicious hunger. A pleasant old man, aged too fast probably from the combination of sun and poor healthcare, smiled back at him, gesturing as to what the foreign boy in front of him wanted.
“Eu querias…” Marui paused attempting to think of the word he wanted. “Um...aquelas!”
The old man simply stared at him, still smiling that friendly smile and gesturing that he had no idea what he was saying. Well, shit.
“Eu querias…” Now, he was pointing like a crazy person at what he wanted while trying to figure out the apparently right word. Why wasn’t he just giving it to him? It was cause he looked different. It had to be. Now he knew what tourists felt like when they came to Japan; it sucked to say the least.
“Nós queriamos dios queijos coalhos por favor.” A smooth voice rapidly called out from behind him, flashing Marui a crinkly grin as he threw down some real and handing the snack to the redhead.
“Thanks, I think.” Marui replied hesitantly in Japanese without a second thought, eyes widening as he realized his mistake. Some genius he turned out to be in Brazil.
“No problem.” The stranger answered just as smoothly back, causing Marui to stop eating his food and stare slightly in shock. The taller man just laughed before continuing, “Keep trying though. It’s an easy language to pick up I promise.”
And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd, the university student’s mouth slowly spreading into a smile as he started eating his food again. Rio de Janeiro was definitely a nice place, he decided.
--
It was a week later when Marui literally ran into the dark stranger that had saved his ass. With a doughnut half-hanging out of his mouth as he raced to class and his book bag haphazardly swinging at his side, he didn’t even see the man as he crashed into him, more upset about the fact that his doughnut was now on the ground than anything else.
“You…you….” Marui pointed at his doughnut, pushing his bright bangs back in frustration.
Something way too fast in Portuguese was the reply, causing Marui to glare, and the once helpful stranger to chuckle slightly.
“You’re late for class aren’t you?” He smiled an easy, crinkly smile.
“Yeah, maybe, so?” The redhead shot back, digging for a piece of gum and sticking it in his mouth.
“Let’s ditch. I’ll get you another doughnut.” Another easy smile that made it hard to stay mad at him.
Now, that Marui loved the sound of as they began to walk in the opposite direction of the university.
--
After spending the entire day with Jackal (names had been the first thing they had discussed), Marui had discovered practically everything there was to know about him. Only children. Japanese father. Grew up there until his mother missed her homeland so much that they had to come back. Same age. Played sports. Life guarded on the beach on the weekends.
Simple stuff, but for some odd reason, the college student found himself wanting to hear more, and he found himself telling Jackal everything in return.
“Do you believe in fate?” Marui asked out of blue as they sprawled out on the beach, staring up at the stars (you could never see them in Tokyo) with a bottle of rum in between them.
“Mmmm, yeah I do.” Jackal turned on his side to look at the pale foreigner, taking a swig from the bottle. “Why?”
“Dunno. I mean, not everything can be left up to my awesome genius timing ya know?” A huge gulp, and the world was starting to get blurry.
“Are you trying to say that you’re glad you met me?” Jackal wagged his eyebrows, and Marui couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Oh hell no.” The shorter teen retaliated. “You’ll just make it easier to meet chicks.”
“Well now that, I might be able to do…since you can’t do it on your own.”
Despite the pissy glare he shot at his new friend, Marui couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun.
--
They went to the same bar they had been going to every other night since that fateful day they had decided to ditch class and head to the beach instead. Different girls, different shots, and different beds to wake up in every morning, but in the thick of the action, it was always them.
Jackal said the girls loved Marui for his bright hair (not to mention the bright, sassy personality that came with it), the “cute” way he butchered their language that he still hadn’t mastered despite being a “genius”, and because they were so sick of tan, that pasty pale was refreshing. Whatever it was, there seemed to be no shortage of them, and the redhead couldn’t help but love it.
Marui winked at his partner-in-crime from across the table, throwing back two more shots quickly, and pulling his girl for the night, what was her name again?, out on the dance floor. It kind of sucked that most of the time they were taller or the same height as him, but what could he do? She was…smothering him though, pressing her thighs and breasts against him as if she were drowning, and he was her last lifeline. He could see Jackal cracking up from the table, a smirk playing on his lips, and Marui wanted to do nothing more than wipe it right off.
Extracting himself from whatsherface’s embrace, Marui confidently slid into his friend’s lap, placing a kiss on his cheek, and taking a large gulp of whatever the half-Brazilian was drinking. “What’s…so funny?” The tensai quipped, slipping back into Japanese like he always did when he was too drunk to think.
A comforting arm slid around his shoulder as a tipsy smile faced him. “Just your predicament Bunta.” A few chuckles erupted as Marui scowled.
“Not my fault she thinks sex is the same thing as dancing.” The short man lazily murmured, taking yet another huge gulp. “Not that I mind normally or whatever.”
“Not everyone can be as talented as you are açucar.”
Lavender eyes hazily settled on dark ones as an idea formed in Marui’s mind. “Dance with me.”
Jackal didn’t say anything in reply, simply took the pale man’s hand as they walked out to the dance floor.
As dark arms wrapped around him tightly and pulled their bodies flush together, Marui couldn’t help but wonder why this felt far better than any of the girls from the past two weeks.
--
“It’s so hard to believe, you know?” Marui slurred, the tequila burning as it slid down his throat. “I mean like…. like….” Another swig, a pass of the half empty bottle, and hand gestures in an attempt to articulate his meaning. “It seems like I just got here, and now I’m like…” A pause to find the words. “Leaving again.”
Jackal simply hummed in response, taking an extra large gulp before passing it back to his companion and digging his toes in the sand. What Marui had attempted to articulate was true; it did seem like only yesterday they were in this exact same spot, passing the same bottle of tequila back and forth, staring at the same stars and watching the waves wash in; the strange redhead still not able to hold his liquor. However, now lacked the excited chatter of new acquaintances, replaced instead by a calm, chill silence laced an unexplainable, nagging urge that could probably be explained by the alcohol. Or so they could pretend.
“Hey Jackaaaaaaal.” Marui’s head rolled onto a tan shoulder, wide lavender eyes searching for deep brown ones in the night. “Who’s gonna drink with me now?”
“The people you left behind for a couple of weeks, of course.” Jackal deadpanned, loosely running a hand through the vibrant hair of his classmate and ignoring the pang he felt at the thought of losing him. “Too drunk to use your genius reasoning huh?”
“Oh yeah…. people in Japan.” Another huge swig of the tequila; liquid courage was an amazing thing Marui decided. As was testing Jackal’s patience. “Maybe some girls like the ones here, you know, with like dark eyes and long hair and huge breasts that perk right up and legs that gone on forever and forever and an ass that….”
“Don’t.” The half-Brazilian cut off, forcing the bottle out of Marui’s hand and gripping his wrist probably harder than he should have. “You should stop.”
“Don’t whaaaaaaat, Jackal?” Marui hiccupped back, confusion washed all over his flushed features.
“Go back.”
Marui wasn’t sure who had lunged for whom, but it didn’t really matter. What did matter was the sensation of grainy sand pressing into his back, teeth drunkenly clacking against his and scraping along his lips, calloused hands roughly clamping down on his hips.
“Shit, Jackal…” Marui managed to hiss as an eager mouth began to bite down on his neck. Everything was rougher, sharper than it should have been, but it felt so damn good, and it seemed so imperative that they just.not.stop. His nails scraped down the Brazilian’s back, leaving needy angry marks in their wake before hands settled on hips and pushed down.
“I’ve…never….” The redhead gasped, quickly losing himself in the sensation as they desperately pressed against each other.
“Shhhhhh açucar,” Jackal whispered, slipping back into his native tongue. He gave the man beneath him a shaky smile as an equally shaky hand slipped below Marui’s waistband and curled around his erection. “Confiame.” Trust me.
And suddenly, the whole world went black.
A sliver of sun peeking out from the blinds caused the world to swim painfully before Marui’s eyes as he attempted to pry them open. His head felt like it was being assaulted repeatedly with a brick; his stomach turning with discomfort, and his ass burned like hell. He groaned, nothing like waking up to the pure pain of a well-earned hangover.
Vaguely, he felt a tanned hand ten shades darker than his own curled protectively around his stomach. Another had tangled itself in his bright hair, a warm body pressed against his back, lips warm on his shoulder, legs interlaced with his, and digging into his back, a very pronounced…
Fuck.
The realization was almost as jarring as the striking dizziness he felt as he bolted upright. Sure enough, there he was. Kuwahara Jackal, his easy-going, quick to smile classmate, lying next to him, and completely naked as he had been the day he was born.
The college student fuzzily remembered strong hands suddenly on his hips pressing him into the sand, the lips assaulting his neck, but they couldn’t have had that much to drink could they? And how had they even managed to stumble back to Jackal’s bed?
Marui had liked Jackal, really he had, but sex changed everything, and even their easy friendship would be different. Even his muddled brain could see the train of thought: fucking lead to feelings, and feelings lead to a relationship. Marui didn’t come to leave his heart in Brazil, and for some odd reason, his heart panged to leave Jackal in pain.
So without one word, he silently slipped from Jackal’s far too warm embrace, threw back on his shorts and walked away. It was better for them that way after all.
--
Another week and a half later found Marui walking to his mailbox like any other boring day. The sense of guilt and regret that he’d felt when he had gotten on that airplane, when he’d left without saying a single word, hadn’t left since he’d come back home.
Nor had the thoughts of what Jackal had thought when he woke up to an empty bed. To when he had realized the redhead was gone. Marui sincerely hoped that he had been too drunk to remember. The thought hurt, but it made things easier nonetheless.
Shuffling through his mail, the college student stumbled upon something that made it very clear Jackal had not forgotten. It was a simple postcard of the beach they’d gone to twice in his stay, and he sucked in a breath as he flipped it over.
Açucar,
Did you really think that you could just run away like that? You went to another country, not another planet (or did your awesome geniuses fail you yet again? :P)
That however is not what I want to write to you about. I like you Bunta (no, don’t even try to think in the ‘we’re just friends way’…. yes, I remember how you would make crazy excuses). A lot. And I think we deserve better than one drunken night we both hardly remember.
So look for me in a week. I’ll be the tall, dark one with the shaved head who sticks out like a sore thumb.
Amo-o,
Jackal
Maybe he had left his heart in Brazil after all, Marui thought with a slight smile, tucking the post card into his pocket. Thank god for someone who was bringing it back.
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