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| Disclaimer: Nightmare doesn't belong to me…no matter how much I want to own Sakito…^_~ …constructive comments are appreciated…flames are going to be laughed at and sent to the nearest recycling center ^_^ this was written as a birthday gift for my friend enervate and she has nicely allowed me to post it on the net… Summary: Things are going well for Ruka, both with the band and in his personal life. Does it matter that he is open about his relationship than his boyfriend wants to be? But he cant understand why lately he cant stop thinking about Sakito. Sakito is oblivious to this as he has problems his own as he is in love with someone who is in a committed relationship with someone else. Ni~ya see's all of this but does nothing. However, this all changes when he starts thinking about Sakito too…. Part I ~Drifting~ *** "That's it! I don't know about the rest of you but I refuse to rehearse anymore," Hitsugi proclaimed loudly as he collapsed cross-legged onto the floor, his words of protest accompanied by the almost painful "thunk" of his guitar as it made contact with the carpeting. Ruka's lips quirked upwards into a smirk that he couldn't quite suppress at the guitarist's antics. They hadn't actually been rehearsing for that long, but from the way he was acting, you would have thought that he had been forcefully chained to his guitar. However the rest of Nightmare had seen Hitsugi's revolt coming the minute he showed up with pink cat ears sticking out of his straw coloured hair. "Always have to be the dramatic one, don't you Hitsugi-chan?" Niya teased good naturedly, "but I have to agree with you this time, all this traveling and rehearsing has left me dead tired," he said as he wiped his brow in a theatrical fashion. "Well, since the concert is only tomorrow…and we do have a feel for the acoustics in here now, I suppose we can afford to skip afternoon rehearsal," Yomi remarked as he looked out at the presently empty hall. "And if I may say so, I think we sounded great," he added with only the faintest trace of conceit. "The instruments were fine but the vocals sounded terrible," an anonymous voice suddenly called out from the back of the auditorium that was currently shrouded in darkness. "Who the fuck said that?!" Yomi snarled as he scrambled to his feet. His eyes narrowed as he tried to pick out the owner of the insulting comment but couldn't as the glare of the spotlight almost blinded him. "House lights!" he ordered. The vocalist tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for light to slowly flood the hall until finally it was bright enough for him to see the attractive blonde standing in the aisles. He had a positively wicked grin on his face, which was emphasised by the cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. Yomi's brown eyes immediately softened. "You're one to talk, during your concert I cant tell whether your singing or murdering a cat," he retorted as he made his way to the front of the stage. "At least I don't screech like one in heat," the blonde replied as he walked forward to meet him. But even as they exchanged jibes, Yomi had his hands firmly braced on the older man's shoulders as Kyo grabbed him by the waist, lifted him off the stage and straight into his waiting embrace. Slipping his arms around his lover's neck, Yomi gave Dir en Grey's frontman a lingering kiss on the lips. "You're early," he commented affectionately. Kyo shook his head. "You're late," he corrected, motioning to his watch. "You're both nauseating," Hitsugi said in disgust as he pretended to throw up. "God Kyo, I can just about accept our Yomi-chan here being all Mills&Boons but you…you're suppose to be all evil and spewing blood for fuck's sake." Yomi groaned inwardly as he felt his boyfriend stiffen before firmly pushing him away. Whether Hitsugi had meant to or not, he had just chosen to push Kyo's trigger button, which explained his sudden shift of attitude. The blonde was so extraordinarily sensitive about their relationship that one wrong comment could send him into a sour mood for days, which could prove a right royal pain in the ass for the Nightmare vocalist. "Lets go Yomi," he said brusquely, "see you guys around." He tossed this goodbye over his shoulder as he stalked away. "Thanks a buggering lot Hitsugi," Yomi hissed angrily as he hastily grabbed his bag and chased after his temperamental boyfriend. He could almost feel the interested eyes of his bandmates watching them as he persistently tried to grab Kyo's hand only to have the blonde pull away every time. His heart sinking, the younger vocalist finally decided to give up and settled for just walking instep beside his lover, his chin buried dejectedly into his chest. However he received a pleasant surprise a moment later when Kyo unexpectedly pulled him close to drop a kiss on his cheek, his lip ring cold in comparison to the warm fleeting touch of his tongue. Unknown to the both of them, Sakito saw all of this and his lips lifted upwards as he saw his friend offer Kyo a loving half smile in return. However, there was no happiness in this smile, rather a trace of wistfulness along with an air of resignation that was almost palpable. The guitarist was so deep into his own thoughts that he didn't notice a pair of dark eyes observing him closely, while at the same time a different set of eyes were looking at the both of them with suspicion. "Id better go as well," Hitsugi said putting away his guitar as he scratched at the base of his cat ears, "Yuhiko finishes work in a while and he said that I could have anything off the menu while waiting for him." Niya rolled his eyes at his friend. "I swear Hitsugi, the only reason you date him is because he's a master chef," he said accusingly. "That's not true," Hitsugi said seriously before he broke into a grin, "I date him because he has an enormous penis." He couldn't contain his laughter as he delivered this parting shot before noisily marching off the stage. "Urgh…more than we needed to know you hornball," Niya stuck out his tongue at him, which only made the guitarist laugh even harder. "Don't come waddling to us when you're too fat to play the guitar you glutton," Sakito couldn't resist adding and chuckled when Hitsugi flashed him the middle finger before slamming the door behind him. "Talking about food, I'm starving and I need a drink…screw the acceptable time," Ruka said matter-of-factly as he placed his drumsticks to one side. "Join me Niya?" he asked, his words a polite invitation but Niya knew the offer wasn't as innocent as it seemed. "I cant Ruka, sorry but I have a couple of important errands to run. The bank, dry-cleaning and the like," he replied, injecting what he hoped was the correct measure of regret into his voice. "Why don't you take Sakito?" he added, suddenly catching hold of the guitarist's sleeve. Sakito was so startled by this that he missed the hard look of surprise that Ruka shot the bassist. "Erm..Id really like to Ruka, but I also have some things that I have to attend to urgently," he said hoping his tone sounded sincere enough. The truth was Sakito had never felt truly comfortable around the drummer. Ruka had a tendency to be extremely quiet and withdrawn to the point that he seemed almost cold, which was such a contrast to his remarkably pretty features and Cupid's bow mouth. "Another time perhaps?" he added quickly in an effort not to ruffle his bandmate's feathers. However by this time Ruka was far too annoyed to act civil. He opened his mouth to snappily answer back when a sudden movement by the guitarist stopped him. Later when he had a chance to reflect, Ruka wasn't sure what exactly had triggered it. Maybe it had been the way Sakito's lips had shaped themselves into the most tempting of smiles, or perhaps it was due to the wisp of sadness Ruka had caught in his onyx coloured eyes. Whatever it was, Ruka suddenly found himself overwhelmed by the urge to cover the guitarist's mouth with his. To force it open with his tongue and taste deep inside….to sink his teeth into that lush bottom lip and tangle his hands in Sakito's jagged cinnamon tinted hair. He took a hurried step back as if shocked by what he had been thinking. "Whatever," he said in a gruff voice and what he hoped was a casual shrug of his shoulders. Turning his back to the both of them he silently collected his jacket before exiting stage left. Sakito winced. "Man, he sure can be moody," he said lightly, pushing back his layered fringe with one hand. "Hmm…" Niya answered nonchalantly but inside worry gnawed away at him. He had gotten a glimpse of Ruka's _expression as he had walked past and it was clear to him that the drummer's emotions were all over the place. After snapping the locks on his bass case shut, Niya rested his forehead against his clasped hands. He had a seriously bad feeling about this. |
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| Part II ~Train Wreck~ *** "I'm home!" Niya called out, kicking open the door as his hands were full of shopping bags and freshly starched clothes. His brow furrowed when he received no reply and had to do a one handed juggle with his things so he could drop his keys on the hallway table. "Koi? Are you home?" he called out again as he walked briskly towards the main area of his apartment. His earlier feeling of worry came back to haunt him when he saw that partially lit living room was unoccupied. "Where could he be? He's always back by this time," Niya thought anxiously as he clutched his bags tighter to his chest. He almost jumped out of his skin when a pair of strong arms suddenly encircled from behind, snaking around his waist and across his shoulders causing him to loose his grip on the bags that he had been holding so carefully. The slithered from his grasp and spilled in all directions all over the floor but Niya didn't seem aware of the mess as his attention was focused on the hand that was stroking his collarbone. "Welcome home Niya," a husky voice purred in his ear making his pulse jump. "Why didn't you…answer when I called?" Niya asked tipping his head back so he could offer his lover the flawless line of his neck. He started to pant when his partner ignored his gesture and chose instead to teasingly rub his nipples through his blue silk shirt. The material felt cool beneath his lover's palms and the texture was just rough enough so that it pleasantly scratched the hard buds. "I wanted to surprise you," he answered, deftly undoing the buttons on Niya's shirt with one practiced hand. "You never fail to surprise me, Ruka," Niya replied tilting his face so he could press an awkward kiss to the corner of the drummer's mouth. As he teasingly ran his tongue over the brunette's bottom lip he swiftly reached behind to pull Ruka closer and wasn't the least bit surprised when he felt his erection push into the plumpest part of his backside. His lover must have been plotting this all afternoon. Ruka emitted a deep groan. "You want me so bad?" he asked harshly before moving the bassist forward so that his hips pressed flat against the couch. "Yes," Niya murmured, "always." Ruka heard this and knew that he hadn't said it for the sake of their game. He never had to indulge in much foreplay to get Niya hard as a rock and that very thought made passion and lust haze over his mind. "Perhaps I don't want it just yet," he whispered, slipping his callused hand past the waistband of his partner's jeans so he could massage the front of his boxers. Niya couldn't contain his moans of pleasure as his hips moved against Ruka's hand. "Not yet Niya," he said tenderly biting the top part of his earlobe. Niya cried out in disappointment when he felt his lover step away. "Take off your trousers," Ruka ordered shortly and Niya gave a dazed nod. He fumbled with his fly and hurriedly pushed his jeans down to his ankles before kicking them aside. Ruka watched his every move with hooded eyes as he reached into his pocket for a sachet of lube. "Now, be a good boy and bend over for me," Ruka calmly instructed as he tore at the packet with his teeth and squeezed it all over his hands. Obediently Niya leaned over and grasped the top part of the sofa. On a flash of inspiration he deliberately arched his back and smiled darkly when he heard Ruka's sharp intake of breath. "You can be such a little slut at times cant you Niya?" Ruka asked, his voice thick as he traced an invisible line starting from the top curve of his lover's ass, lingering at his puckered ring before moving south to cup his balls with his slick hand. Niya hissed as Ruka gently squeezed. "Only with you Ruka-sama," he answered sounding extremely short of breath. "You got that right, only with me Niya," Ruka said, his hand running a torturous path up and down Niya's leaking shaft. “What would people think if they knew Niya?" Ruka asked casually as he penetrated the bassist with his index finger, his tone starkly out of place with the eroticism of his actions. "People…knew…think?" Niya asked he himself clearly unable to, his fingers anchoring themselves deeper into the couch's padding. "Well, if they knew that Niya, Nightmare's bassist, the great womaniser likes nothing more than a man to get him off," Ruka said, pausing to add another digit before continuing to slowly finger fuck him. Niya's body quivered when he felt his lover touch his prostate. "That he practically begs for it," Ruka added roughly twisting his fingers inside his boyfriend. "When have I begged?" Niya snapped, a trace of his customary arrogance rearing its head through his lust filled daze. He immediately regretted his words and felt like biting his tongue off when he felt Ruka stop. "That's going to cost you Niya," he said coldly removing his fingers completely. "No Ruka-sama, don't…touch me again," Niya pleaded, acutely aware that his cock was so hard it was actually dripping pre-ejaculate onto the carpet. "I cant let you off scot free koi, you have to be punished," Ruka said almost pleasantly. Niya closed his eyes and prepared himself for Ruka's prolonged torture on his senses, which could include either tying him up or a spanking as he knew that his lover was quite fond of both. Hence why he couldn't stop a gasp of surprise when he felt the head of the drummer's penis touch his opening. "I'm not going to give you what you want unless you beg for it Niya," Ruka said, knowingly adding just enough pressure to stretch that ring of muscles with his cock. "Unless you beg for my cock to fuck you." "Ruka," Niya felt his skin flush," please…I'm sorry…" "What?" Ruka said hoarsely. Niya licked his dry lips knowing that Ruka would make good his threat as he had infinitely more patience than the bassist. "I want your cock deep inside me…..screwing me," he groaned, mindlessly lifting one hand off the couch to stroke himself. "Both hands in front Niya, or I make you wait some more," Ruka warned, grabbing Niya's slender hips so he could push partway inside. Niya cried out but it was nowhere near enough to give him relief. "God Ruka, use your cock to fuck me now," he almost ordered, his body pushing back of its own accord. "Little slut," he hissed and penetrated him fully with one thrust, his pelvis smacking loudly against lover's ass. "Ruka! Oh yes…" Niya threw his head back, almost screaming as he felt his lover's erection pulse inside him. His legs started to shake and his insides seemed to melt away when Ruka started to move. "Tell me you want more," Ruka ordered grabbing a handful of Niya's dark hair so he could jerk him closer, his normally rock steady control crumbling. "More Ruka, fuck me good!" Niya moaned, pushing back in earnest now to meet Ruka's every thrust. He was so turned on that only took Ruka touching his cock for him to orgasm. His climax increasing in its intensity when the drummer cruelly raked bloody trails across his sex sensitive nipples and he screamed Ruka's name as he ejaculated all over the floor. His semen overflowed in his lover's hand as his knees finally gave out and he collapsed to the floor, bringing Ruka with him. Luckily Ruka still possessed enough presence of mind to catch his Niya's falling body so that they didn't land so heavily. Once safely on the floor, the need to come finally overwhelmed him and he made a few more deep fucks before his mind went blank and he filled his lover with his hot cum. As his world slowly began to swim back into focus, Niya winced as he felt his bruised knees throb due to carpet burn and his spine crack as he slowly sat up. But all his aches and pains were forgotten when Ruka slowly pulled him closer for a gentle kiss, their first real kiss since he had gotten home. It was only then he realised that Ruka was still fully clothed, save his unzipped pants. "Smoke," Niya whispered as he lifted himself off the drummer and crawled across to his split shopping bag, affording Ruka a perfect view of his naked backside. After tearing the plastic wrapping off a brand new pack of cigarettes, he resumed his position next to his lover and offered him one. Although the atmosphere between them seemed pleasant, it was so superficial that Niya felt chilled to the bone. "What did I do wrong Ruka?" Niya asked quietly as Ruka lit his cigarette with the flame from his personalised Zippo. Ruka's _expression didn't falter as he struck the flint of his lighter for his own smoke. "What are you talking about?" he said coolly, taking a quick puff. "Don't play dumb with me Ruka!" Niya said angrily pulling away, "don't treat me as if I am stupid! As if I don't know what's going on." "What are you bitching about Niya? Wasn't the sex good enough?" Ruka said defensively. "Or perhaps I am not enough to satisfy you now," he sneered. "Ruka, what are you talking about!? Besides that's not the point," Niya said softly, "sex with you is always great. You drive me crazy just by touching me. Its just…you were never quite so rough before," Niya shifted and his pretty features became edged with pain. The icy anger in Ruka's eyes melted. "I'm sorry koi," he said immediately filled with guilt and remorse. He tentatively reached out to bring Niya closer to him, and breathed easier when the bassist accepted his gesture and wordlessly crawled into his lap. "I just got…carried away. I am so sorry….really I am," he bowed his head unable to look his lover in the eye, his hand cautiously stroking the other man's thigh. "Don't beat yourself up Ruka," Niya gently taking hold of that hand so that he could touch it to his cheek, "I'm certainly not complaining. And besides, I know that you would never hurt me. Don't you remember what you promised me?" Ruka closed his eyes and leaned closer to his boyfriend. "I remember," he whispered. "So," Niya kissed him on his forehead, "tell me what's wrong?" Ruka once again fell silent, but Niya knew that this was his lover's way of thinking things out and let him take his time. "I saw you looking at Sakito," he said finally, "I didn't like it," he added quietly looking away. "I thought it might be something like that," Niya said understandingly, "yes, I was watching him, but not for the reasons you think koi. I was watching the _expression on his face when Yomi left with Kyo." Niya stopped to take a contemplative drag of his cigarette. "I don't know how to describe it. He looked for happy for Yomi but at the same time…" he trailed off. "I'm not surprised," Ruka said unexpectedly causing Niya to look up. "Sakito has always had a crush on Yomi, since day one. I suppose all he thinks he can do now is to simply grin and bear it," Ruka said, idly stroking a lock of his lover's purple hair. "But," he started to say something but hesitated. "But?" Niya prodded. "It has to be hard for him, to see them together," Ruka continued quietly, "especially since Kyo is so perfect for him. And I'm sure there are times when he feels like kicking himself for not approaching our little Yomi sooner. Sakito always tries to act like he's bulletproof, even when he is actually hurting." Niya mulled over his lover's surprisingly insightful words as he rolled his cigarette between his fingers in a habitual gesture that showed that he was deep in thought. Ruka felt a tug at his heartstrings as he tucked the bassist's damp fringe behind his ears. "A penny for your thoughts Niya," Ruka dropped the cliché carelessly, unaware of the bombshell Niya was about to drop on him. "Ruka," Niya started then paused to choose his words carefully, "from what you told me, its clear that I wasn't the only who has been looking at Sakito..was I?" "What you mean?" Ruka said guardedly. "Don't lie. You used to gaze at him all the time before we started dating," Niya stated bluntly, ignoring a momentary stab of jealousy. "And I'm not blind, I saw how you were looking at him just now. I could hardly blame you though, he's beautiful…and yet…he himself is unaware of how stunning he is." "Niya..don't.." "That's how I knew you liked guys you see," Niya quickly interjected, not wanting to give Ruka a chance to interrupt. "That's why I asked you out. And although I knew you liked him, I also knew that you would say yes to going out with me because, at a glance, we look so much alike." Ruka was speechless. He opened his mouth to deny it but knew that he'd be lying. "Why?" he finally said, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "Because I was in love with you Ruka," Niya bit his lip to keep it from trembling, his mask of indifference discarded for the moment. "Listen to me Niya," Ruka said firmly, wrapping his arms tighter around him, "its not like that anymore, please know that. I promised you that I would never intentionally hurt you and I intend on keeping it. You've got to believe me." "I do," and Niya meant it but still it helped to hear Ruka actually say it. "Koi, Sakito is my friend and I want to help him forget Yomi," Niya announced out of the blue. "Can anyone actually make him forget?" Ruka wondered. "I am certain that all he holds for Yomi is a crush. And crushes fade, especially in the light of much …deeper emotions," Niya said mysteriously, sounding more like his confident self. Against his better judgment, Ruka found himself becoming intrigued. "What are you suggesting we do?" he asked, his thoughts wavering a little as Niya decided to nip at his earlobe. His deep brown eyes flashing with mischief, he titled his head upwards to whisper something into his ear. Once he had finished telling him, he felt the drummer jerk away. "You've got to be kidding," he said but one look at Niya's face told him that he wasn't. "Have you honestly thought this through?" "Very much so," the bassist said emphatically. "You can't deny that you find him attractive. I admit, at first was I was jealous…but then I came to realise that I was attracted to him too. But its entirely up to you Ruka, you say no and I wont ever mention it again," Niya added seriously. Ruka looked away and Niya could almost see his thoughts organising themselves in his head. "Niya, are you sure you wont regret it?" Ruka turned back to look at him, Niya nodded. "I am so sure Ruka," he thought, "I think, this will help rid you off any residual feelings you hold for him as well the guilt that comes along with it. Perhaps then you will finally feel secure enough to tell the world about our relationship." "When are you planning on doing this?" Ruka asked, trying hard to keep the tremour of excitement out of his voice. But Niya gave a devilish grin when he felt the drummer's half hard erection press into his thigh. "I was thinking next week….the day after our concert?" Niya suggested. "You in?" he added seductively grinding his hips against his lover's cock. Ruka felt his blood begin heat. "Yes," he answered slipping a hand between Niya's parted legs. |
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| Part III ~Push a Dirty Little Secret~ *** "What do I feel like dinner tonight?" Sakito thought to himself, absentmindedly tapping his finger against his chin as he gazed up at the supermarket's shelves. He usually depended on take-away when it came to meals, something that couldn't be avoided given Nightmare's hectic schedule but on days off he liked to cook….or at least tried to cook. "Noodles I suppose," he finally decided, halfheartedly picking up a packet of uncooked udon and powdered soup base, but at the moment even the thought of it didn't seem that appetising. "Truth is, what I really want for dinner is a tub of Ben n Jerry's “Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough” with a spoon," he grinned as the thought came to him in a burst of childlike inspiration. "Are you always so happy when you go grocery shopping Sakito?" Sakito jumped and turned to find Nightmare's bassist smiling at him from a few feet away, his shopping basket resting against his hip. "Fancy running into you here," Niya said cheerfully as he strolled up to him. A blatant lie of course as he had overheard the guitarist telling Hitsugi that he'd be at this particular supermarket to buy dinner. And because Sakito hadn't specified what time he would show up, Niya had been forced to wander up and down the aisles for the better part of an hour, which had earned him some strange looks from the staff. "Well it's near my apartment, I always come here," Sakito answered, pleasantly surprised to see his bandmate in his neck of the woods. "This is the first time I've seen you here though." As if in explanation, Niya showed him a bottle of wine that had been in his basket. "They ran out of this in the wine shop I usually buy from and it's my favourite wine," he said as he watched Sakito trace his fingers over the word “Shiraz” that was embossed in gold on the off-white label. Sakito took a surreptitious glance at the rest of Niya's shopping and took note of the dinner candles as well as a small sheaf of fresh flowers that were nestled in between a paper bag of mushrooms and a small jar of spices. "You entertaining someone at your apartment? A date perhaps?" Sakito teased as he handed Niya back his wine, extremely aware of his friend's penchant for women. Niya laughed. "No date just my roommate. He's actually not that bad a cook but we are both so busy that we never have time to have dinner together. Luckily this time around, we have same days off." "Well I wont keep you then. See you at practice in a couple of days," Sakito excused himself politely and was about to make a move when Niya caught his sleeve. "Say, Sakito if your not busy….why don't you come to dinner?" he said hoping he sounded as if the idea had just occurred to him. "That's very nice of you to offer Niya, but I wouldn't want to intrude. Its almost dinner time and I'm sure your roommate wont be happy when you suddenly bring home another mouth to feed," Sakito stated sensibly only to have Niya shake his head in disagreement. "He's making stew and he always overestimates. Please Sakito, it'll be nice if you join us," Niya flicked his bangs to one side as he shot him his most persuasive smile. Without realising it, Sakito melted a little. He had always found something appealing about the pretty, dark-haired bassist and often found it hard to say no to him….and besides, it wasn't as if he had anything better planned for the evening. "All right," he relented, "but you must let me bring something," he added adamantly. "Dessert," Niya answered promptly, "you can bring dessert." "I know just the thing," Sakito said, a glimmer of a smile crossing his face as he remembered his earlier thought. "Meet you at the counter Niya." * "I'm back!" Niya called out as he led Sakito into his apartment. Sakito could smell something delicious cooking the minute he stepped over the threshold. Pungent and rich with the scent of herbs, it wafted around him and made his mouth start to water as he followed Niya..and his nose…to the kitchen. On the way he managed to get a good look at the bassist's shared apartment and was reasonably impressed. Although not lavishly decorated, it was spacious yet comfortable and certainly a lot roomier than his own place. It was also fairly neat for an apartment shared by two guys. "It has to be his roommate that does all this, Niya's not the housekeeping type," Sakito thought as he dumped all the grocery bags onto the table. "Where do these things go?" Niya, who was currently rummaging in the cupboards for a vase gave him a reproachful look. "You are our guest, you shouldn't be stocking our kitchen," Niya pouted as he pointed at him with a slender crystal vase that he had just plucked off the shelf. "Its okay Niya, I just want to put the ice cream away before it melts." Sakito extracted the two blue tubs from the plastic bags and glanced around. "Where's your freezer?" "Right behind you, next to the washing machine," an overly familiar voice instructed, which made Sakito stiffen. He slowly turned and came face to face with Ruka, who was dressed in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, brandishing a wooden spoon. "Ruka? You're Niya's roommate?" Sakito all but gasped. He honestly felt like murdering the bassist for leaving out that important fact but Niya seemed to have disappeared. "He didn't tell you did he?" Ruka rolled his eyes, "honestly, I must apologise for him. He probably wanted to surprise you. Why, I have no idea. We've actually been roommates for about six months now," he added with a smile. Although Sakito was still reeling from Ruka's statement, he couldn't help but realise that this was the first time he had ever been on the receiving end of one of his smiles. And what a difference it made. His features immediately became softer and Sakito could now see the splinters of gold in his normally indifferent brown eyes. "Err...Sakito? I think you should put those in the freezer," Ruka said tactfully Sakito started and looked down at his hands. "Shit," he muttered and hurriedly stuffed the now slightly liquidy tubs of ice cream into the freezer. "Do you need some help?" the guitarist asked, trying to compose himself while wiping at his sticky fingers with a tissue. "Yes actually. If its not too much, could you slice these for me?" Ruka passed him the brown paper bag of mushrooms, "Id usually ask Niya, but I try not to let him near a stove if possible," he added wryly. Sakito had to smile at this as he dutifully washed the mushrooms before placing them on the chopping board. Ruka watched him doing this out of the corner of his eye for a couple of minutes before he spoke. "Sakito, when Niya called me from the car to tell me that you were coming to dinner, I was actually quite glad," he confessed almost too casually, "Because then I could apologise to you for my behaviour last week. I was mad at Niya and I didn't have a right to take it out on you." The knife the guitarist was holding faltered when Ruka unexpectedly trailed his fingers over his cheek to tuck wayward strands of brown hair behind his ear. Sakito knew he should have pulled away, but the drummer's touch was so gentle and his words so uncharacteristically sincere that he just stood still for a moment. Fidgeting a little, he cleared his throat and said, "forget about it," trying to match his bandmate's casual tone. But Ruka was sure he had felt a slight tremour go through Sakito when he had touched him. Biting his lip to hide his smile, he went back to stirring his rice knowing that Niya's plan was going to work. * It was only when dinner was ready and on the table, did Niya finally make an appearance. Dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and black drawstring pants with a towel around his neck, he had a shameless smile on his face as he apologised for not helping because he had to take a shower. However from the way the drummer disbelievingly rolled his eyes at his excuse, Sakito had a feeling that this probably wasn't the first time it had happened. The stew and rice Ruka had prepared went exceptionally well with Niya's wine and Sakito was mildly surprised to find that he was actually enjoying himself. He was so used to working with the both of them under such serious conditions that he hadn't realised what good company they were. In fact, he could hardly remember the last time he had laughed so hard. This was especially true of Ruka who seemed like a completely different person tonight. He was more open and easy-going which allowed Sakito to appreciate his unerringly dry sense of humour. It differed so greatly from the cold image he held of him that he felt ashamed to have judged him so quickly on so little. After dinner, they all moved into the living room where Niya pulled out his brand new DVD of Kill Bill Vol.1 that he suggested they watch. Not that he gave them any chance to disagree before sliding it into the DVD player but Sakito felt far too content to argue over such a petty detail. Sakito chose to share the couch with the bassist while Ruka preferred to sit in an adjacent armchair. As Uma Thurman slashed her way through the first half hour, Sakito tucked his feet underneath him as he sank deeper into the plushy cushions of the sofa. He briefly toyed with the idea of getting the ice cream but he was just far too comfortable to move. To Niya's credit he had picked an exciting movie for them to watch, but the long hours and late nights plus all the alcohol he had consumed finally caught up with the guitarist. Almost unconsciously, his eyelids fluttered closed and he fell asleep. |
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| Part IV ~Fallen~ *** When Sakito opened his eyes, it was dark save the ghostly blue glow coming from the television. It took him a minute to remember where he was and when he tried to stretch his legs, he found there was something weighing them down. It turned out to be Niya who was actually sprawled head first on his lap, fast asleep. He didn't even have to look at his watch to know that it was late. Yawning and extending his arms towards the ceiling, he eventually noticed that Ruka was nowhere to be seen. "Gone to bed most likely," he thought absently running a hand through his hair, "I'd better get going." He managed to carefully wiggle his way free without disturbing Niya but when he actually picked up his cell phone and his coat to leave, something stopped him. It was cold in the living room and he was soft hearted enough to be hesitant leaving him there with not even a blanket covering him. "Niya? Niya wake up," he said, crouching next to him and wincing because his legs were still numb with pins and needles. Niya opened his eyes a fraction and mumbled something incoherent before shutting them again. "Niya…" Sakito said exasperated enough to start shaking him slightly by the shoulder, "I'll help you to your bedroom, but I'll be damned if I am going to carry you." "A real friend would," Niya argued sleepily, his voice loud enough to make Sakito quickly shush him. Still grumbling he managed to prop himself up on one elbow, allowing Sakito to slip an arm underneath his shoulders and help him to his feet. The guitarist half walked, half dragged his non-cooperative bandmate to the only open door he could see which he assumed, correctly, was Niya's bedroom. With one arm firmly holding Niya up, he used the other to shake the duvet loose before lowering the bassist on to his king-sized bed. "See you later Ni.." Sakito gasped as Niya roughly grabbed a fistful of his shirt and kicked his legs out beneath him causing him to land heavily on the bassist's chest. "Niya? What are you.." Sakito breath caught as he felt Niya's lips brush his. It was so fleeting that he was sure it was accidental until Niya grabbed his v-neck collar so that he could pull him for a full kiss. Sakito struggled to get away and finally managed to break the kiss only to have Niya stubbornly tighten his hold on him. "Let me kiss you Sakito," Niya breathed as he eased one hand beneath Sakito's top. "Don't you like me kissing you?" he pouted in disappointment as he felt Sakito distance himself even more. "I…I don't…." the brunette wanted to say no but his tingling lips called him a liar. It had been an age since anyone had kissed him and he had been so preoccupied in getting over Yomi that he hadn't wanted anyone else. But in the face of Niya lying willingly beneath him, his smoky opaque eyes gazing at him, everything else seemed trivial except for the need poisoning his blood. "Niya.." he murmured as he started to inch closer but abruptly caught himself. "No! I cant," he said, his words bordering on frustration, "I cant take advantage of you…you don't know what your doing." "Sakito, look at me," Niya ordered, the steadiness of his voice telling Sakito that he was now completely awake. "I know exactly what I am doing. And I know…I've wanted to touch you like this for a very long time," he punctuated his sentence by running his calloused fingers over the brunette's bottom lip. "Are you sure of this Niya?" Sakito asked, softly kissing those fingertips. "Am I not attractive enough for you?" Niya asked, slowly undoing the top button of his shirt. Sakito felt the last vestiges of reason slip away when Niya calculatingly slid his thigh back and forth against the crotch of his jeans. "Yes," Sakito agreed, his voice heavy with lust, "you're so beautiful that I can't think straight when I am around you." He roughly covered Niya's mouth with his, plunging his tongue into that moist cavern while Niya buried his hands in his hair. Grasping Niya's forearms, he brought the both of them into a sitting position so he could have an easier time removing his dark haired man's clothing. However Niya thought Sakito was going too slow and impatiently pushed him backwards so that he was lying half-supine against the mound of pillows. He hurriedly tugged the guitarist's fitting top over his head and felt his throat go dry at the sight of his perfectly honed torso and pale pink nipples. Niya wasted no time in lavishing those pink tips with long licks of his tongue while his hands were busy undoing the fly of Sakito's jeans. Sakito jumped when Niya bit his right nipple but moaned a minute later when he felt his hand glide across the front of his boxers. Niya could hardly contain his own sounds of pleasure as he licked a blazing path down Sakito's smooth, flat stomach stopping only at his adorned navel. The dangly white jewel sparkled even in the poor light and Niya could resist teasing it with his lips and teeth. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look with this?" Niya growled as he gingerly bit down on the cold metal, "how I've always wanted to play with it," he added, his voice changing to a seductive purr. Sakito let out a measured breath when Niya abandoned his navel ring and moved lower so he could pull his cock out through the slit of his boxers. Now this wasn't the first time the bassist had seen Sakito's cock but he had certainly had never seen it like this before. He was as hard as a nail, hot and throbbing in the palm of his hand and Niya didn't miss a beat before taking it into his mouth. The guitarist started to pant as Niya skillfully took all of his length until his nose was buried in his silky pubic hair. He clutched handfuls of pillow when Niya's tongue dug greedily into the weeping slit. "Niya…slow down…your going to…" all words were lost in a moan when he felt the rough surface Niya's talented tongue scrape the sensitive underside of his shaft. "You should let him do what he likes…" Sakito almost fell off the bed in shock when he heard a disembodied voice say those words. "Who's there?" he said, digging his nails into Niya's shoulders to stop him. His heart still pounding, he quickly scanned the room and he was able to make out the dark figure sitting quietly on a chair in the corner. "You should let him continue, Niya gives the greatest head," the figure added conversationally. Sakito's _expression hardened, although his face was obscured in shadow there was no mistaking Ruka's husky voice. "What are you doing here?" Sakito asked sharply even as his body surrendered to Niya who started sucking his cock again like nothing had happened. "Now Sakito, you cant expect to screw my boyfriend and not have me watch?" Ruka said his tone almost guttural. "Boyfriend? Urgh.." Sakito groaned as Niya started nibbling on his cockhead. "Stop Niya!" he said, brusquely yanking Niya's head up by his hair causing the dark haired man to wince in pain. Ruka's eyes narrowed and he was about to intervene when Niya stopped him with an imperceptible shake of his head. "Are the two of you playing with me? Is that it?" Sakito said, his onyx eyes darting back and forth between his bandmates. "Listen to me Sakito," Niya said soothingly as he reached up to loosen Sakito's grip on his hair, "we aren't jerking you around. Yes, Ruka is my boyfriend but I wasn't lying when I said I wanted you." Taking his hand, he guided it downwards. "You can't fake this," he said, pressing Sakito's hand to his groin so he could feel his erection. "Nobody is going to make you do anything that you don't want to do. We are just going to give you pleasure." He leaned closer to press his lips to Sakito's in the lightest of kisses. "Trust us," he whispered and he bent his head to reclaim the guitarist's rapidly stiffening sex. His words had the desired affect as Sakito felt himself relax. Suddenly it didn't matter to him that he was being watched, that he was in the middle of a ménage with his two bandmates. All he knew was, it had been so long since he felt like this and his body wasn't about to have it stop. He also realised that Ruka wasn't lying, Niya did know how to give a good blowjob. "That's it Niya, make it nice and wet," Ruka instructed. Without thinking, Sakito found himself lowering left leg so as to give the drummer a better view by placing his right leg on the bassist's shoulder. As Ruka licked his lips in appreciation for the gesture, Sakito was almost shocked to find how much this was turning him on. His eyes firmly fixed on the drummer, he deliberately licked his thumb before using it flick his nipples. "You're enjoying this, aren't you Sakito?" he said, his voice thick and Sakito felt lust sizzle up his spine. But just when he was about to come, he heard Ruka call out, "Stop!" Sakito almost cried in disappointment as Niya let his jaw go slack and his cock fall out of his mouth. "Niya," Ruka commanded and the bassist obediently got off the bed to kneel in between his legs. "Your turn to watch," he said, his tone carrying a hint of cruelty. He flicked on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a gold phosphorescent glow so that Sakito could clearly see Niya positioned submissively at the juncture of his thighs. Sakito heard, rather than saw, Ruka's zip being lowered and Niya's head starting to bob up and down, leaving little doubt as to what he was doing. He never thought himself a voyeur but he reached to jerk off his cock as the soft sounds of licking and sucking assailed his ears. But his gaze was riveted to Ruka's normally aloof _expression, which was quickly crumbling as his eyelids started to flutter and his breathing became laboured. "Enough for now Niya," Ruka stopped him with a gentle tug to his hair. Niya turned his face and winked at the guitarist as he made a show of daintily licking the drummer's pre-cum off his fingers. "Very good koi, you must be rewarded. What is it that you want?" Ruka asked. Niya got off his knees to whisper something into his ear and Ruka nodded. "What is it Niya?" Sakito asked curious, his own needs forgotten for a moment. Niya replied him with a slow smile as he unbuttoned his shirt while Ruka undid the drawstring of his pants. Once he was completely naked, Sakito could see his fully aroused cock. "What I want is for you to make love to me Sakito," he said throatily, "to nail me to my sheets with that pretty cock of yours." He grabbed the metal tube of KY off the nightstand and pressed it into Sakito's hand as he arranged himself before the guitarist, so that his head was pointing towards the foot of his bed. Sakito shot Ruka an uncertain glance only to have Niya quickly catch him by the chin. "He said it's okay….so it's just us now," Niya murmured as he spread his legs for the brunette. After completely coating his hand with the slick gel, he scooted backwards and propped himself on his elbows so that he was in a position where he could easily reach Niya's cock. In one swift movement he went down on him and the same time pushed two fingers into the bassist's opening. Niya stiffened and cried out in delight as he tried to impale himself further on those two digits. From the way he was moving against the bed, Sakito knew he wasn't far away from climaxing. So when added another finger, he wasn't surprised when his mouth was suddenly flooded with semen. But he was surprised to find that Niya's sex hadn't lost any of it hardness. "God Sakito, I'm ready…take me now please," Niya pleaded. Sakito nodded and was about to flip him on his stomach when Niya placed a hand on his chest. "Fuck me this way," he murmured this request and he positioned his legs on Sakito's shoulders. Sakito ran his hands up those sinfully smooth thighs as he moved forward so that his penis probed at Niya's entrance. He held his breath as he applied more force until he felt the tip slip inside. "Don't wait Sakito," Niya moaned, "Push it all the way in…push it hard." He gave a near scream as Sakito obeyed and surged inside, sheathing himself completely with a single movement. The guitarist didn't even pause to take a breath before starting to thrust, his rhythm wild and erratic as he pounded into Niya's ass with hard, deep strokes. "That's it…that's it…God it feels so good," Niya said unconsciously pulling the brunette closer so that he lying on top of him, knowing that penetration was deeper in this position. Somewhere in the back of Sakito's mind, he knew he should have taken it slower, he knew he should have paused a moment to control himself. But all the foreplay and frustration continued to build inside him until he dug his teeth into Niya's flesh and climaxed with a bone deep shudder. As Sakito's cock twitched inside him, Niya frantically rubbed his own neglected erection against the skin of Sakito's belly until he orgasmed for the second time that night, his seed making white stripes on both of their abdomens. The both of them couldn't think let alone speak for a few minutes. It was only when Sakito felt his skin stick to Niya's that it dawned on him that he might be crushing the bassist. With shaky arms he managed to push himself up into a sitting position and slowly withdrew from Niya's body. Closing his eyes, he leaned backwards to collapse onto the pillows but instead of sinking into soft down he found he had ended up in Ruka's embrace. "Did that take the edge off?" he asked huskily as he rubbed circles on Sakito's skin in a soothing motion, the warmth coming off him telling him that there wasn't a stitch of clothing between them. Sakito blinked, he hadn't realised Ruka had stripped naked let alone joined them on the bed. "Yes, very much so," he gave a satisfied sigh as Ruka began to caress him. Light, almost there touches to his collarbone and nipples accompanied by small kisses to the drop of his shoulders and below his ear. In spite of the weak light, Sakito could still admire how darkly handsome the drummer was and bent his wrist backwards so he could touch the tattoo that took up most of his upper arm. "Ruka," he breathed after about ten minutes, "fuck me.." A part of him was startled at how easily those words came out but the rest of him just knew that he wanted Ruka inside him, the same way he had been inside Niya a few minutes ago. "Your tired, you don't have to do this," Ruka said considerately even as Sakito felt his cock press heatedly into the small of his back, "you already gave me a wonderful show.." "I want to…its okay…just give me a minute to recover," he opened his legs so he could easily pump his cock with both hands. Swallowing hard to keep from drooling, Ruka quickly batted away the guitarist's hand so he could replace them with his own. He reveled in the dusky, velvety feel of Sakito's penis and how easily it moved in his grasp, still so slick that it didn't need any more lubrication. Sakito gritted his teeth as the drummer teased that sensitive slit with naughty fingers and Ruka soon had him hard again after half a dozen expert strokes. "How do you want me?" he asked with a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he brought Ruka's hand to his mouth and sucked him right down to the knuckle. "On your front Sakito, Ruka loves to fuck from behind." They looked up simultaneously and were rewarded by the sight of Niya, draped over the footboard watching them with hungry eyes. Heeding the bassist's words, Sakito got on his hands and knees before slowly lowering the front half of his body so that his ass curved temptingly into the air. Flashing Niya a wicked smile, Ruka curled his tongue out so he could rim that tight rosebud offered to him as he dripped lubricant from above. The sensation was so pleasurable that Sakito didn't even flinch when he was penetrated by Ruka's index and middle fingers. He almost passed out under this double assault as Ruka took to alternately using his tongue and his fingers to loosen him up. When Ruka decided that the guitarist was ready, he positioned himself behind him and sank inside him with one humming, quivering push until his balls rested neatly on the curve of his backside. Ruka was thoughtful enough to wait a moment before moving but even so, Sakito found himself bunching and twisting the bed sheet every time the drummer's pubic bone smacked his ass. Ruka was amazed at how Sakito felt as he writhed beneath him and how different he felt from Niya. Not better or worse, just different. "How is it…you haven't come yet?" Sakito asked in between pants. "Ruka has amazing stamina, he can go on practically all night…isn't that right koi?" Niya said with a touch of pride in his voice as he traced the delicate shell of his lover's ear with his tongue. "That's why I sometimes show up to practice limping." "Niya…," Ruka growled warningly but his mind was definitely elsewhere. As he watched them having sex from the side, his eyes lit up when an idea suddenly came to him. Stealthily moving forward, he lightly tapped his boyfriend on the shoulder to get his attention before motioning for him to stop. Sakito wondered what was going on when Ruka abruptly pulled out leaving him frustratingly empty until he saw Niya reappear in his line of vision. He watched silently as Niya lay before him and his jaw almost dropped when the bassist finger fucked himself briefly before pulling his cock forward to guide inside him. "Don't move just yet," he told him. Sakito's forehead creased, clearly puzzled until he felt the weight of the bed shift and he could feel Ruka warming his breath. As it finally dawned on him what they were about to do, he felt his heart in his throat as Ruka used his shoulders as a handle so he could enter him once more. All three of them stopped to take a breather before even attempting to move. Their initial movements were clumsy and uncoordinated but it didn't take Sakito and Ruka long to settle into a steady double rhythm. They started off with synchronised thrusts with Ruka fucking Sakito that caused him to thrust harder into Niya, giving him an extremely deep sense of penetration. But it was when they got creative that the sheer sexiness of what they were doing finally hit Sakito. Him fucking Niya while Ruka withdrew only to have the drummer's cock slam inside him the minute he pulled out. Sandwiched in between them, Sakito realised that he was in possession of the best position as he was able to screw Niya's brains out while being screwed at the same time. "Fuck…I'm going to come!" Niya arched his back as he came with almost violent convulsions. While Ruka didn't slack a beat, Sakito couldn't resist scooping some of Niya's cum into his hand and sucking his fingers clean. "Can I have a taste?" Ruka whispered and Sakito obliged by smearing it all over his mouth. But when he shifted backwards to kiss him, Ruka sharply pulled away with a clear warning in his eyes. Sakito felt a momentary stab of hurt, but quickly brushed it off as he contented himself with simply licking the cum off the drummer's chin. His eyes flew open before rolling to the back of his head as he felt something wet touch his sex, not needing to open his eyes to know that Niya was fellating him once more. His climax so close it was almost tangible, it only took a few deep-throated sucks and couple of hard thrusts to snap him over the edge. And snap it almost did as he captured a handful of Niya's hair before throwing his head back with a cry almost hitting Ruka. As his body spasmed around Ruka's cock, Ruka finally let go and came with a satisfied groan. His cum coming in jet after jet, burning Sakito's insides before dripping hot and thick from his opening. By now Sakito was so completely exhausted that he could hardly hold himself up. He had a vague recollection of arms and hands, holding him and shifting him like a doll into a certain position. He also remembered a duvet being thrown over him and a pair of arms around his waist as well as someone snuggling closer to him. After that, he remembered nothing. |
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| Part V ~Answer~ *** Sakito was by nature a light sleeper. But on this particular morning, although his body clock screamed that it was time to get up the rest of him screamed right back for it to shut up. However people are creatures of habit so Sakito cracked open one eyelid and found himself looking at a lamp that wasn't his. Drowsily rubbing his eyes, he turned to find Niya sleeping peacefully on his back and a duvet covered mound next to him that he assumed was Ruka. Sakito gazed down at the both of them as last night came back to him in bits and pieces. A myriad of emotions flickered through him as he watched his bandmates sleep, satisfaction, tenderness as well as sadness that it had to come to an end. "I can't stay," he thought, "I'd better go." He carefully made his way out of bed, silently put his clothes back on and tread noiselessly out the door. Picking up his cell phone and coat from where he left it on the couch, he headed for the front door. "You are certainly up early.." Sakito had to stifle a cry as he jumped nearly two feet off the ground. Spinning on his heel, he saw Ruka with his feet up on the kitchen table, a newspaper in his hand and a cup of coffee by his foot. "I certainly hope that you are going out to buy breakfast," Ruka said with a hard edge to his voice. "Where are you going Sakito?" Ruka grabbed his forearm and practically hauled him into the kitchen. "You can't expect me stay," Sakito tripped over his words a little, "morning after speeches are so awkward you know?" he added, sounding surer of himself. Ruka gave him a sardonic smile, as if what Sakito had said amused him. "Morning after? Do you think so little of us…your friends that you'd think we'd sleep with you and then act like nothing happened?" Ruka said his voice getting louder with each word he said, "we are in the same band for fuck's sake! We see each other more than we see our families!" "Don't yell at me Ruka," Sakito said testily, "I can't talk sense with you when you're like this." He started to back away only to have Ruka grab him again. "Don't leave!" he said angrily and cursed inwardly when he saw Sakito flinch. "Don't leave," he repeated in a softer tone. "Tell me why I shouldn't go," Sakito said, breaking free of Ruka's grasp and taking a step back. "Because," he faltered and ran his hand through his layered hair to collect himself. "Because…Niya will be sad if you do, and I made him a promise that I would never make him cry." Sakito was taken aback to say the least. When they told him they were a couple, he never expected their feelings to actually run this deep. He thought that he had a chance with either of them. "You love him Ruka, that much is obvious. You…you have no need for me to be here," he dug his nails into palms to stave off his shaking. Ruka saw this and lifted one of Sakito's hands to cradle in his palm. He persistently uncurled the clenched fingers and gently kissed the deep crescent imprints left behind. "I do love him," he said placing that hand on his cheek and taking a step forward. "And he loves me," he continued as he kept moving forward, forcing Sakito to press against the marble worktop. "But we both really like you," he finished quietly, their faces bare millimeters apart. "You wont even let me kiss you.." Sakito whispered. Ruka answered by cupping his face in his callused hands and bringing him forward so he could kiss that sensual mouth that he had been daydreaming about. Over and over he pressed their lips together making Sakito go weak in the knees. "Why all of a sudden?" he murmured in midst of their kiss. "Because I didn't realise I wanted to do this until I saw you about to leave," Ruka lovingly bit the fleshiest part of his lip. "What about.." Sakito paused as his eyes flicked in the direction of the bedrooms. "This doesn't do a thing to change my love for Niya," Ruka slid his hands into the back pocket of Sakito's jeans. "Its just…whenever I think about you, my mind goes all funny…I thought sleeping with you would change it, but you still make me feel that way…all funny," he smiled. His words made Sakito feel shy all of a sudden. But when Ruka tugged him closer to kiss him again, he didn't fight it. "Hey Sakito," Ruka said huskily, "ever done it on a kitchen table?" "Does it hurt?" Sakito purred back, nipping at the corner of his new lover's mouth. "Not much, you wont feel it till tomorrow." He pushed him towards the aforesaid table as he started to take off his shirt. From the darkened hallway Niya watched the both of them, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips *** //Two weeks later// "Goodnight, great show," said a technician who was dismantling the lights. "Goodnight, see you next dress rehearsal," called out another technician who was dragging a load of video recording equipment behind him. "Yes! Another tour finished and done and ready for the record books," Yomi remarked cheerfully folding his arms behind his head. "Only half done," Sakito reminded him, "we are touring all of next month, don't forget." The rest of Nightmare groaned in chorus. "Killjoy," Hitsugi scolded as he stuck his tongue out at him, "God you can be anal at times Sakito. We have a whole two weeks off. The way we've been working that's a frickin honeymoon cruise. And I need it…I'm sore as a donkey's arse." "And how would you know that?" Ruka teased punching him on the shoulder. "Hey guys, I have a suggestion," they all turned to look at their vocalist. "Why don't we go out tomorrow night, just the five of us…just Nightmare, we haven't done that in a while," Yomi had the decency to blush as he knew that was mostly due to him. "Sounds like a great idea Yomi-chan," Niya remarked ruffling his hair, "one more outing to remind us what the each of us looks like before we go our separate ways." The rest of them nodded in agreement. "Great," Yomi said enthusiastically, "well, looks like my ride is here." He pointed to Kyo leaning against the hood of his car as he smoked a cigarette. Rushing up to him, he all but jumped into his arms and kissed him on the nose. Niya observed Sakito's _expression at this exchange and exhaled slowly in satisfaction when he saw it hadn't changed. His smile had simply become that…a smile, without a trace of its former resignation. "Hey Kyo, bum a ride?" Hitsugi asked. Kyo eyed him warily. "Only if the place you're going is not that godforsaken hellhole ten miles out of town that I had to drive you to last time," he said pointedly. Hitsugi's grin didn't let up as he agilely jumped into the backseat just before Kyo hit the gas. Once they were out of sight, the three remaining Nightmare members walked sedately to Ruka's car. "So what are we going to do for the rest of the night?" Sakito said, "dancing at a club?" "What about leftovers and a DVD," Ruka remarked dryly. Niya simply gave the both of them a knowing look and naughtily nibbled at the guitarist's earlobe as he whispered his suggestion. Sakito simply laughed. "Aren't you too tired to be doing that?" he said, affectionately brushing Niya's purple hair extensions off his forehead. "Don't you know that shows make him horny rather than worn out?" Ruka laughed as Niya glared at him. "So…does that mean the both you don't want to?" he pouted leaning against the boot of the drummer's car. Before he could even blink, he found himself bracketed by his two lovers. "When did we ever said that?" Ruka murmured into the crook of his neck as Sakito proceeded to kiss him breathless. |
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