Mr. Brightside Part 2

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Title: Mr. Brightside
Author: illfindmyway
Pairing: Kono/Chin 
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Vague references through 1.15
Warnings: Incest  (in this fic - Kono and Chin are related by marriage)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't mean any harm, just playing around.
Summary: Took the following prompt/request and ran with it to dirty places "Chin-Ho/Kono, Mr. Brightside: Kono sleeps with the rest of the team to piss off Chin. Cue jealousy. Take it wherever you will though preferably endgame Chin/Kono".

I love purple_spock sooo much for helping with this.

Chin Ho was hurt, jealous, turned on as hell, and unable to move until Steve, Kono and Danny had collapsed in a 3D jigsaw of limbs. Through everything he’d seen, he’d wanted punch Steve’s smirky face, drag Danny out by his hair, and then take Kono away with him in a fireman’s carry. He had to leave before he hurt someone. When he made it to the driveway, with no risk of anyone overhearing, he forcibly reminded himself, “You like your teammates”.

He was angry, angry for so many reasons and at so many people, most of whom were not to blame. He couldn’t blame Danny and Steve for what just happened. He’d hoped against hope that it wouldn’t but he didn’t figure there was any remotely straight man on the planet who could resist a force like Kono, including him. He wanted so much to fall back in love with Malia, and he thought he could, because he still cared about her a lot. Unfortunately, being around Kono was just too much all the time. He felt like punching the only person he could think of to blame at that moment, his stepfather.

Chin was fourteen when his dad died and sixteen when his mom remarried. He did like his stepfather, he was a good man, but he was the reason that Kono was his cousin. She had been young when they met and he hadn’t thought of her as anything other than the dorky (but cute) kid that followed him around and asked to hold his hand sometimes. When she got to high school, they’d become friends, and then spurred by her surfing accident, Kono had needed a new path. She was already a great martial artist, and they’d started sparring together, but even then she’d still been a kid, one he was friends with, but a kid none the less, not someone to catch his eye.

Then, one day she was grown up, and she wasn’t a little girl, or even a “young lady” like the auntie’s always called her, she’d become a woman. She was beautiful, smart, funny, she loved football, and she managed to beat him at sparring ever now and again. How could he not notice her? Technically, there was no blood relation, but he didn’t think that was going to make things okay in everyone else’s minds, least of all Kono’s.

He had to get home before he hit something (or someone) other than his punching bag.

The next week at work was not great. In fact, Chin figured that this last week had to be one of the worst in his history, and that was saying something considering the things that had happened to him lately. All week he had to watch Kono interact with Steve and Danny, none of them giving away that anything had happened. Their behavior was so unchanged, he was beginning to think that what he saw was not the first time it happened and it was eating him alive.

Steve and Danny were going to have a couple beers at the usual place and wanted to know if he and Kono were going to come along. Kono agreed immediately and looked at him waiting for his response.

“You guys go on, I’ll meet you later.”

“You good?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright, just got some stuff to finish,” he answered, trying to keep a semblance of his usual impassiveness.

“Alright, we’ll see you later,” Steve responded. Everyone left and he went in his office and closed the blinds. He sat down, closed his eyes, ran both hands through his hair and sighed. Christ, he thought. He heard his door shut, and looked up surprised to see Kono looking back. She’d been to court today, so she was dressed up more than she usual in heels and a skirt. He was surprised she’d been able to sneak up on him in those shoes. Every time he saw her, she struck him and it was a long moment before he could breathe again.

“What’s up, cuz?” she asked. God, he wished she wouldn’t call him that, especially not right now when he needed the reminder most and wanted it least.

“I thought you were going with them,” he answered. He knew he was doing that a lot lately, answering one question with another question or just ignoring the question altogether, and he doubted it had escaped her attention. Truthfully, she knew him too well, better than anyone else did.

“I want to know what’s eating you. Is it the money or Maila or…”

“Nothing, been a long week. Go have some fun,” he said.

“You’ve been closing the blinds in here a lot this week.”

“What about it?”

“That’s unlike you. Are you shutting people out or shutting yourself in?

“I’m fine.”

She walked around the desk, took the papers from his hands, and forced him to meet her eyes for the first time in days.

“Is this about the other night?” she asked.

“You knew I was there?”

“At the beach, when you landed on top of me, of course I… Wait, what night are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Um, I’m talking about at the beach when, we, well, when we nearly…” she paused, her throat working, “When we nearly kissed.”

“You think I’m upset about that?”

“If it’s not that you’re upset about then what?”

“That I saw… that I was there when…” he didn’t seem to be able to voice the words he needed. She was studying his face and he knew she hadn’t missed his wince and embarrassment.

He could see in her eyes when it dawned on her what he’d seen, “Oh.” Kono didn’t blush very often, “that.”

“I have no right to judge you, Kono, and I don’t, not really, I was only…” He looked away again.

“I did that because I was mad at you, I wanted to make you jealous. I know it was childish, and I’m sorry.” He jerked his eyes back to her face. She was redder now, staring at her feet. She looked like she was about to say something, opened her mouth but didn’t seem to find the words. She closed her mouth, and then seemed to gather thoughts to try to speak again but before she could, he’d taken her face is his hands and kissed her.

Strange things were happening in his brain, like all the cells had been charged with finding the drug that was causing this delusion, but it was so real, it had to be real when she responded to his kiss, opening to him. He stood up pulling her into him, crushing her against him.

He broke the kiss, they were both panting. “I shouldn’t get to have you, I don’t deserve you, and I don’t think we can tell people…”.

“I know you deserve the best, you deserve everything, but I want you to want me. I don’t care what other people know, as long as I know.” He kissed her again then, slowly at first, but they’d kept apart too long and flame burned to hot and too high now to control it. Papers, pencils, and folders hit the floor when he swiped at his desk, clearing a space. He lifted her by the hips and set her on it, without letting their lips part.

He held her face in one hand, with his arm around her back, worried she might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight She wrapped her legs around his hips anchoring him and he was sure it had to be a dream or a drug because it felt so good. She pulled back a moment and he felt a panic that even the bomb around his neck couldn’t compare to until he realized she was pulling off his shirt, and he readily complied.

He had to feel her skin, had to, and his hands had pulled off her shirt, unclasped her bra and pushed her skirt up before he realized what he was doing. He was hungry for her, but he became desperate when she started undoing his belt. She pulled him free and stroked him, pulling him towards her in the process. He pulled off her hose and panties with a patience he did not feel.

He had to taste her, he knelt down, and kissed her there, where he’d wanted to touch her for so long.

Hearing her groan his name was like brandy – sweet and burning, heavy and intoxicating. Any last inhibitions were gone, and he slid one finger into her. She was tighter than he had expected, but slick, she responded, hips hitching, he slid in another finger and she was saying “Please, please” but didn’t seem to know what she was asking for and then rocked up and he was sure she had come. He smiled, letting her ride it out. She rested her forehead against his chest, but not for long. After a minute or so she was reaching for him again, pulling him toward her, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He responded immediately and she guided him in. She was slick and hot and tight, and he knew he was not going to last long. It had been so long and she felt so good. He was cupping her breast in his hands, still feeling like this couldn’t possibly be real. She rocked her hips against him and he gritted his teeth against the wave of pleasure that threatened to undo him too quickly.

He began pushing against her, pulling back, slowly at first, trying to draw it out.

“This won’t be the last time. I promise,” she said and then she bit down on his neck throwing kerosene onto the fire. He started pushing harder and faster, and her hips pushed up against him, friction was getting higher and higher, and then her muscles were clenching, making her tighter. She cried out and he knew he couldn’t last any longer, couldn’t stand the raging ecstasy any longer, and following her, he came with a groan.

“Chin,” she said, after thirty seconds of panting from both of them.

“Yes,” he said, fighting for breath, and some sign from God that this was real.

“I won’t let this be the last time,” she said. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“You’re stuck with me. Anyone else lays a hand on you and I will break it off.”

“Tsk, tsk, at the risk of sounding like Danny, you are a Neanderthal animal,” but she was smiling. He laughed, a real laugh, for the first time in what felt like ages and kissed her.

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Comments

[purple-spock.livejournal.com]

Well it up! Yay! I think it turned out splendidly. It is a bit of a risky pairing and it may not be everyone's choice, but I think that you pulled it together really well - made the whole thing make sense. Wonderful job. <3

[illfindmyway.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Yeah, I was nervous about it, but I think it turned out better than I'd hoped.

In the words of one of my favorite ridiculous movies "Gotta risk it to get the biscuit" - doesn't make literal sense, but I like it anyway. Lol.

[princesslanie.livejournal.com]

yay

[illfindmyway.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

[abbeyrd62561.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that Kono pushed to find out what was wrong with Chin. Sex in the office, oh so hot..lol......that was really good.

[illfindmyway.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it!! Thanks for reading it.