SMAP Slash: Dressed in White

Title: Dressed in White
Author: Vanessa A.
Fandom: SMAP / Takuya/Tsuyoshi. Slash. Pg-13/ Light R
Thoughts: Takuya bored with his wife, shows no respect towards Goro and remembers life as a teenager with Tsuyoshi.
Notes: None of this is real. I don't own SMAP, nor do I claim to. This was written in regards to their latest MS performance and with the group dressed in white.

Takuya started to strut in one direction and then stopped and turned to face his bandmate. Tsuyoshi Kusanagi was having a quick lunch of soup and soda pop. It was his favorite to combine hot and cold fluids in his meal. The pair were alone in their personal dressing room, while the taping for today was huge, they were one of the few groups to not be sharing a dressing room with other talent.

Takuya stopped with his hand on his hip and watched Tsuyoshi eat, with one hand holding his bowl to his mouth and the other holding the can of soda in mid air. "Will you slow down? Your just going to get a stomach ache?" Tsuyoshi looked up from his bowl of soup and with raised eyebrows spoke with a mouthful, "Didn't get a meal this morning."

Takuya wiped his hands on the black vest he was wearing, "Should I wear this vest or maybe a small scarf?"

"Goro's doing the scarf, he'll get mad if you copy him." Tsuyoshi said with another mouthful. "Do the vest, it makes you look taller."

"I'm tall." Takuya removed the vest and dropped it the floor and went to play with the scraft in the mirror. Tsuyoshi got up and took his dishes to the tray and container it arrived in and went to pick up the vest, "The clothes aren't our's, remember? We should remember to hang them back up." he walked faster to the rank that had many samples of white and black article of clothing.

There was a knock at the door and Goro slipped in, "H-hey, Kimura-kun, you have a phonecall up front." Goro stood and watched Takuya sway his hips in front of the large dressing mirror. "You can't wear that, I already have it on!" Goro pointed to himself and stood infront of the same mirror. Takuya contiuned to sway his hips and contiuned to do some of the hand movements from the dance routine. "I don't think I'll learn it in time, think you can call Nakai in?" Takuya spoke to the mirror, but it's reflection was ment for Tsuyoshi.

Goro pressed the issue, "You have a phonecall? It's her. She wants to know -"

Takuya raised his hand, "I'm so bored with her, you need to tell her I will call her back when I get a chance, tell her I'm in the bath."

"There are no baths here." Goro didn't take the hint, nor the tinge of anger in Takuya's voice.

"Just go." Takuya waved him away, "Give Nakai the phone, that'd keep her busy."

Goro looked at Tsuyoshi who didn't say anything and lowered his head and left the room.

"I feel sorry for the way you talk to Goro, he's really a means well and if you don't want to talk to your wife, than don't have Goro be the middleman. Just leave your cellphone on once and a while and tell her yourself."

"That see-through shirt really does suit you." Takuya looked at Tsuyoshi's reflection from the mirror. "I never once noticed just how slender you have become." Takuya brought his hand to his chin and smiled, "You really have become my biggest competition."

Takuya's smile felt like a knife to Tsuyoshi's pounding heart.

"Don't start this. We are one the same. We are SMAP, the only competition we have is with the younger talent in the agency." Tsuyoshi gave a weak laugh and ran his hand through his short cropped hair.

Takuya turned and stepped close to Tsuyoshi and with one hand, slapped it on Tsuyoshi's rear and pulled him close to where the pair were inches away. Tsuyoshi could feel Takuya's legs touches his own, he almost was stepping on his feet. "We aren't 15 anymore."

"But we could be." Takuya slipped his other hand to Tsuyoshi's hip and slowly inched it up from his waist to his chest. Takuya turned his head and mused like a schoolgirl biting her lip, "I never forget the way you make me feel." Takuya touched Tsuyoshi's chest in a heart shaped motion and smiled, "Should I lock the door?"

"For what?" Tsuyoshi asked cautiously.

Takuya bit his lip and rocked on his heels for a moment before leaning in close for a long kiss, Tsuyoshi kept his hands on his side and wondered just when Takuya would loosen the grip he had on his rear. Takuya kissed again and again in the same manner and Tsuyoshi grew bored. This typical assault on his face was nothing new. Back when the pair were young, in the back of the tour bus Takuya would practice kissing on Tsuyoshi.

In mid-kiss Tsuyoshi spoke up and Takuya pulled away frowning. "You still kiss like a kid. Hasn't your wife taught you anything worthwild?"

Takuya smirked, "Oh, it's always back to her, isn't it?"

Tsuyoshi loved taking little stabs at Takuya's current relationship with his wife. He loved this almost as much as seeing Goro and Miho getting along and being a picture perfect couple, but he wouldn't admit this to anyone.

"This is boring. And besides, we have to go, taping should start soon."

"Boring?" Takuya dropped to his knees, his right hand gripping Tsuyoshi's rear, tight and the left fumbling with his belt bucket, "Let me show you what my wife does best." Takuya tore at Tsuyoshi's pants and growled as he took a mouthful. Tsuyoshi loved having the semi-god Kimutaku himself at his most desperate and frantic.

Tsuyoshi said nothing as he noticed Goro watching from the mirror's reflection.