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Kinyoubi no Koibito by Matrim
Kinyoubi no Koibito by Matrim Part Nine Comments: Madoka is my character. Alistair is niccy's character. They are very important to us so please do not use them in any way. They are as valuable to this story as the rest of the characters are no matter what it looks like. They have their own story as well but it's not done yet or else it'd be featured here. There are two reasons why part nine was not released months ago. 1) had to find lyrics but I couldn't so I tried romanizing them myself but it took way too long since Atsushi loves using hard kanji >2) Alistair and Madoka. They are very very important to me and I was afraid someone might try to steal them, their plot or their chara concept. They are very real to me and very dear to me as well so please DO NOT use them without permission from either myself or niccy. ^^: Sorry for being so wierd but I love them...*laughs*
Special thanks goes out to the Buck-Tick ML for unknowingly giving me the link to the biggest archive of romanized Buck-Tick lyrics. *_* Song: Rakuen
~*~ ai no kuni koko wa rakuen aisuru hito dakishimeau eien tomo yoberu you na haru ai no tochi hana no rakuen heiwa ni nare fue tsuzukeru kore ijou nani o motometeru
"You know what you need?" Madoka piped up suddenly. Tomo looked up at him with blank eyes. He groaned and sat up, giving a sigh. "No, tell me what I need, Madoka-sama." "You, me and a club!" Madoka replied, completely missing the sarcasm and depression in Tomo's voice. Whether he was doing this on purpose or what, Tomo didn't know or care. He just wished that the drummer hadn't eaten. It seemed to be the only thing that made Madoka absolutely happy but he was sure that this was only due to the fact that the other man really didn't have much of a life other than practicing with his band. "You hate clubs." Madoka wrinkled his nose. "I am perfectly willing to sacrifice my comfort to cheer you up, Tomochan." Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you're dressed for it and need to be spoiled tonight? Tomo sighed, deciding to keep that thought to himself before licking the last bit of chocolate off of his straw and ran a hand through his black hair. "Alright. Why not? I don't have anything else to lose, right?" Another thought came to him, hoping that Madoka wasn't doing this simply because he was trying not to think about the argument he had with his boyfriend. Before he could brood over that though, the drummer stood easily (as if he just hadn't digested a big meal) and slid out of the booth, passing Tomo and grabbing his hand as he did so--dragging him to the counter. "Don't be a stinker!" Madoka stuck his tongue out. "Madoka! Matte o! Where are we going?!" Tomo cried as Madoka pulled him along the sidewalk. "I just ate! You shouldn't make me run after a full meal!" Madoka slowed a bit, but continued to move at a fast pace, wind whipping his dark red hair into Tomo's face. "It's a place I know! Don't worry about it! My twin goes there all the time!" Tomo somehow couldn't help but gulp in fear at that one. Madoka, the conservative drummer, willlingly going where only his twin had gone before. Suddenly, Tomo found himself wishing that he had just gone home after the concert.
~*~
mishiranu machi mishiranu hito chi o nagashi kanashimi no me koko de wa yume no monogatari
"I think it's time for a celebration," Yasu hissed slightly. Although Hiro still sat on Yuki's lap, he was inching away from Yasu as if he had the plague and cringing like he was a scared bunny. Better him than me, Yuki thought. ( ^^;; Mou, Yuki...~Mat) He cuddled Hiro protectively and peeked from behind the other boy. "What do you have in mind, Yasu-kun? And please, stop trying to scare my koi." "A club!" Yasu proclaimed proudly. "You have enough energy for that type of activity? One would think it evaporated as soon as you hit the stage." Yukito observed blandly, from his seat not to far away from Yuki and Hiro. He took a sip of his iced tea and almost spit it out when Yasu began wiggling his ass right in front of him. Yuki tried not to giggle and watched as Yukito finally downed it, shooting a glare Yasu's way as he did so. "Oh, come on! Toshiya and Kaoru are up for it! Most of us are going--you guys don't want to be left out, do you?" Yasu pouted dramatically, "You may be Raphael--but you can't remain pure children for the rest of your lives!" "Who says we can't? Just watch us." Hiro quipped, shifting in Yuki's lap to get more comfortable, which, of course, was doing something else which lead to Yuki's current discomfort. Yasu made a face at him before looking to Yuki. "Where's your sense of adventure? C'mon, Yuki. You guys don't even have to get up and dance. It'd be preferable and it'd be much more fun, but you don't have to. Besides, you can get in without being carded--they know who you are!" Yukito and Hiro looked to their vocalist expectantly as it seemed their leader was missing and wasn't going to show up any time soon. "Yuki," Yukito began, "You're not actually going to--" "Hm.." He pondered. "Oh, c'mon, Yuki! What would we do at a club?!" Yuki looked up at Yasu, who only smirked enigmatically. Yasu moved around Yuki's chair and began to whisper in his ear. "Think about it, Yuki. Just think about dancing with your Hiro--his body writhing against yours, his skin touching yours--so close to be able to taste him. Now, it's a dark club so it'll be easier to get your hands anywhere you want them to be. You can stick 'em down his pants and j--" THWAP! "Itai!!!!!" "What are you doing--poisoning that young man's brain?!" came an indignant voice. Yuki looked up in surprise at a scowling Toshiya. Yasu rubbed his head ruefully before trying to turn his charms on the bassist. "Oh, Toshiya--I'm not doing anything you wouldn't do! It was your idea anyway!" "My idea," Toshiya replied, rather coldly (which only made people's blood run hot rather than freezing), "Was to invite the boys out for a night to relax them, NOT to go whispering perverted things into Yuki-kun's ear!" Yasu snorted, before Yuki could even speak up to defend himself. The other vocalist grabbed hold of Yuki's head and bobbed it around. "Does this look like the head of an innocent boy? I'm sure that he's heard and said much worse than what I just whispered to him. This is the boy whose special skill is onane--" "YASU!!!" Yukito and Hiro cried out. "And that the best gift a girl could give him would be her virginity--" "And how do I know what you said wasn't any worse than that?" Toshiya's eyes narrowed, head slightly tilting to the side. Yasu grinned again, making his way to the bassist and purred, "You want me to tell you?" "Please, little boy...I got's me a man." Toshiya replied back as Yasu came closer. "And you're dealing with the epitome of sexy--" "I smell an ego..." "That, my dear, would be your bad cologne." Toshiya reached out and stroked Yasu's chin, coming close as if to press a kiss against his lips before he pulled away to look at the present Raphael members. "Now, if you would keep your filthy paws off of him, can we proceed? We don't need him getting any--" Toshiya's eyes narrowed, but he didn't turn around to look, "And don't even think about slapping my ass, Yasu, unless you slap hard and can explain yoursto Kto Kaoru." Yasu settled down, grumbling and Toshiya beamed a cute crooked smile. "Get dressed in something and comfortable, boys. We're going to have an interesting night." He smiled, winked, then turned to walk out of the dressing room. Right after he slapped Yasu's ass. ^^;;
~*~
"I've got an idea..." Kazuki's eyes lit up as he placed his chopsticks delicately on the edge of the bowl. Miyabi looked at him curiously with his cheeks puffed out, almost looking like a cute pierced squirrel. Kazuki went on before Miyabi could recover. "Why don't we go somewhere fun?" "Hmmhmm?" Miyabi asked, without opening his mouth. Kazuki decided that it sounded vaguely like a 'doko' and shrugged. "I don't know! Somewhere fun! Like a club or something!" Miyabi finally swallowed his food down and licked his lips. "Erm...Kikasa knows a good club around here. In fact, he took us there a couple of times." Kazuki grinned, "Was it really good?" "It had decent music. They play a lot of VK stuff. You kinda don't know who's a boy and who's a girl unless you stand real close. That's why you try to stick with people you know or the people you came with." Miyabi took a sip of water, his eyes soft and thoughtful. "There are a lot of cosplayers there too. Some of them good--some of them not so good. But if you've hung around the real thing long enough, you'll know the difference." Kazuki nodded, trying to hide the eagerness flooding through his veins. Finally, Miyabi's eyes rested on his mentor. "So...you wanna go?" "Of course!" "Okay, but only if you pay the bill." "Baka!!" Miyabi giggled, finally finishing his meal and placed his chopsticks carefully on the edge of the bowl. "What? I think it's fair! You pay! I take you to the funnest place on earth!" "This is a club, Miyabi-kun. Not Disneyland." Kazuki replied with a smile on his face. Miyabi made a face at him. "Why don't we just pay for both our portions and then go to the club?" "We-ell..." Miyabi tilted his head in though, before nodding. "Alright, you got yourself a deal." "And a date?" "In your dreams!" "Bah!" They stood, paid for their meals and made their way out on the sidewalk with twin smiles of expectation on their faces. A strange sort of hope rose in Kazuki's heart. Maybe he'd meet someone and maybe he'd be able to start again. Surely....
~*~
"Mou...." "What now?" "You've got legs!" "Well, so do you! In fact, most of the populace has legs, Tomo." Madoka replied in an exasperated tone. Tomo pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know, what I mean, Madoka." He eyed the drummer's exposed thighs, just as he heard an indignant hiss. The other drummer tried to pull down the vinyl dress over his thighs but there was no use. There was only so long the dress could go and how high Madoka's boots were. And it didn't look like the two would meet any time soon seeing as the boots were knee high and the dress stopped mid thigh. As if sensing this, Madoka sighed and began arranging his dark red hair over his shoulder and tried to hide his legs that way, but it was still wasn't working. Not like Madoka would admit that. "Tomo, you can barely see them and for good reason. Remember what happened last time they were bared?" "Yes," Tomo grumped, dropping down onto the curb, satin e hie hitting the ground with a solid thump. Madoka winced. "You snagged yourself a man." Madoka sighed, arranging himself carefully on the curb next to Tomo to prevent any more skin from showing but to no avail. He gave up after a minute, placing belled sleeved hands in his lap. "Tomochan, that wasn't on purpose. I never wanted to 'snag myself a man'." Tomo looked over at him and nodded. That was indeed true. Madoka may be cute, but his posture clearly stated that he didn't belong in a dress. "And you do have legs, Tomochan. Just stop comparing yourself to other people. You lose confidence and you make the rest of us feel uncomfortable as hell." Tomo grumbled a bit more under his breath before finally spitting out, "Why do you have to be so damn nice?" "Err...rhetorical question?" Madoka grinned and playfully hit Tomo's shoulder. "C'mon, don't be such a killjoy. Feeling sorry and depressed for yourself isn't going to solve anything." "Gah.." Tomo fell over on his side lightly, black hair spilling onto the sidewalk. Madoka pulled him back up then stood, dragging Tomo up with him. "What are we gonna do at a club? Especially when I don't feel like it?" "We are going to do the things that'll probably make you sick." Madoka replied, earnestly. "We're going to eat, drink, dance and be merry." His hand entwined around Tomo's and he began to walk down the street again. "And I wouldn't mind a glass of brandy myself." "No one drinks brandy at a club, Madoka--not unless like you're 45 or something...." "You watch me."
~*~
"Mmmm...leather, Hiro...leather..." Yuki's arms wound around Hiro's waist, reminding the drummer and everyone present of a possessive octopus with a purpose. Hiro ducked his head shyly, hiding behind his blonde hair before he regained the courage to look into the mirror. Yuki peeked out from behind him and tightened his grip. Hiro made a choking noise only to get bitten on the shoulder. Hiro wore a long black leather jacket, black leather pants and boots. If he ever got too hot, he could remove the jacket and deposit it next to someone from their party who was drunk and 'show off his drummer physique' (as Toshiya had put it) in a skin tight white transluscent shirt. Hiro took hold of Yuki's hands, moving his date in front of him. Yuki tugged on the white spiked collar around his neck, tilted his head than made a face at Hiro in the mirror. The drummer ignored it and played with the spiky pink hair in front of him. Yuki had opted for the skin tight look also but unlike Hiro, he was willing to show it all off. It was one of his newer stage outfits that the boys hadn't had an excuse to use yet. It was a form fitting white brocaded sleeveless mini-dress with purple trimming. There were buttons down the middle but Hiro was sure everyone knew that wasn't the entrance to the thing. There was a well hidden zipper in the back which took ten minutes to locate. Yukito shuffled into the room with his cell phone, slipping it back into his pocket with a frown on his face. "Ne, Yukito--you okay?" "Yeah...just had to tell Yoshino where I'm going. I wanted her to come but she said she didn't feel well." The bassist sank onto his chair, nibbling on his lip. "I hope she's okay." "Why don't you go stay with her then?" Yuki asked. Yukito shook his head. "She said that I had to go and keep an eye on you guys. She said that if Kazuki comes back to the hotel that she would look after him too. I tried telling her no and that I was coming over but she was getting angry and you know how she is when she gets angry with me." He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. Hiro smiled sympathetically. When Yukito's wife was determined and angry, you had to step out of her way if you wanted to see tomorrow. Of course, Yukito had to the relatively conservative one out of all of them. He wore his red Raphael shirt and white slacks but as Toshiya had so fondly put it-- "He's still so kawaii!!" It took Hiro awhile to piece together Yasu's outfit as he kept running in and out of everyone's dressing room, half naked. The last time he had seen Janne da Arc's vocalist, the man had velvet looking bell-bottoms on and a dark red zipper shirt with nothing underneath. Hiro supposed that was the point since Ka-yu had been following him nd and after that. He also looked like he had stolen Kyo's stage shoes. Speaking of Yoshino and Kyo and other missing persons, Hiro spoke up. "Is Shinya and Die coming? Or Kyo and You and the others?" Toshiya, who just happened to be hanging outside their door, poked his head in to say something but whatever he was about to say died on his lips. Kyo zoomed in through the room on his scooter, causing the bassist to scream in surprise. Hiro blinked at Kyo just as he stopped in front of them and beamed. "How do I look?" It was quiet for a moment and everyone present turned to stare at him. A silver shirt, black baggy pants and mirrored sunglasses. Hiro looked away just as he heard Yukito murmur under his breath, "Anyone want to tell him the bad news?" It was quiet until a giggle broke the silence and blue and black figure zoomed in and scooped up Kyo in a big bear hug. "WAH!!!! Kakkoii!! It's TMR!!!!" Toshiya cried out and snuggled the poor vocalist. Hiro choked on his laughter, trying to hold it back just in case Kyo got loose and decided to kill alll those who dared to laugh at him. It didn't work. A snicker escaped. Then Yuki began to giggle. The look that Kyo shot Toshiya could've shattered a mirror. He even growled like Hiro expected too too. "Take that back. I can't possibly look like that freak." Toshiya ignored him and cuddled him tighter--just as if he were some overgrown teddy b " "Kawaii! Kawaii! Kawaii!" Toshiya crowed just as another growl worked its way out of Kyo's throat. Hiro bit his lip, turned around and decided to find the back-wall interesting. Yuki coughed, turned abruptly and hid his face in Hiro's chest. Yukito took shelter behind his chair and Yasu, who just appeared in the doorway, decided that it was a good opportunity to get lost. "WAI! Kyo, you're so--ITAI!!!" Hiro dared a peek behind him only to see Kyo's teeth sinking firmly into Toshiya's arm. The bassist dropped him quickly with a painful hiss. Kyo cackled as he sprawled out on the floor. "Little warumono fucker..." Toshiya grumbled under his breath. Kyo snorted then turned to Raphael. "Do I honestly look like him?" "I'm staying out of this," Yukito piped up from behind his chair. Hiro nodded his agreement while Yuki simply continued to hide his face in Hiro's chest. Then suddenly, a small voice said, "B-but it could've been worse. He could've said you looked like Kotani Kinya...." Kyo's eyes widened in surprise and horror, then he stood. He made several noises that couldn't possibly be described with words. He grabbed his scooter and zoomed out with, "Excuse me while I change....and add a lot more makeup." Toshiya snorted and began laughing at him before he paused, rubbed the bite wound on his arm and began to sniffle. "Damn it....now we're going to have to wait another half hour while the warumono gets his mask right." He pouted for a bit and Yukito moved out from behind his chair to pat him on the shoulder. Toshiya smiled then giggled, completely changing moods and startling the younger man. "Oh, well! We won't be missing anything anyway!" He dashed out of the room, whining out Kaoru's name and Yukito glanced to his other two bandmates. "Ne, Yuki....." "Nn?" "You...you sure you want to go out with people like this?" Yukito murmured. "A-anoo....well, we agreed to tour with them so....I mean, we might as well go all the way since we're damned anyway, right?" Yuki scratched the back of his head nervously. "Besides, when was the last time we went to club to have fun and not perform anyway?" There was no answer from the other two and he nodded with conviction. "Right! I thought so!" "Um....." "Hm?" "I just hope Kyo's not driving."
~*~
They let him out an hour ago when it was clear that no one would press charges against him. He had to go through a whole routine of getting his things back and hissing at people who through they could do whatever they want to him but in the end, he was relatively fine. If you excluded someone's emotional state from their physical state, he was perfectly fine. He moved through the crowd easily, having them part before him as if they could sense his distress and anger flowing through his veins. He eventually made his way to some popular club he could barely remember the name to now, but had plopped down on a chair and was working on draining a bottle of sake all by himself. He seethed in the corner of the bar which made everyone but the bartender steer clear of the place. Every now and again, he would murmur angrily to himself as memories flashed up in his mind. Funny how the oddest things seemed to flood your mind and hurt you more than anything in the world. Images began to blend with one another--dreams, memories and fantasies became one. Kazuki laughing in the rain, Kazuki holding his hand, kissing his lips, sleeping in his arms-- --Kazuki sleeping in someone else's arms. His lips twisted in disgust, then he slammed the cup down to pour more sake in it. His Kazuki. No one else's. Something bitter twisted in his heart and he began to growl under his breath. This wouldn't have happened if someone knew about our relationship. Kazuki hadn't told anyone about him and although that was what he had instructed the boy to do, the plan had backfired on him. Kazuki learned well. He had learned too well. And had denied being with him right in front of his face. He's just confused. And you knew it was better than to fall for the boy--he's too young to understand anything. He doesn't understand you and you were foolish to think he would. He could think this but it didn't mean he could accept it as easily. His eyes narrowed. Why in the hell did the boy have to be so damn cute and sweet all the time? And why did he choose that other kid over him?! He sighed, downing the sake and grabbed the bottle again. It wasn't as if being with him was a bad thing, was it? His Kazuki loved him deeply and always made time for him. And it wasn't as if he didn't care for Kazuki... He began to openly cry now, �But�I can�t do that. Who do you think I wrote Eternal Wish for? It�ll never reach you�it still hasn�t. Please�let me go-let me leave with my dignity. If you don�t want to love me, let me go so that I may learn how to love someone else.� �Kazuki�don�t cry ... aishiteiru�� Gomen ne, Ki-sama?� Kazuki sobbed, �I can�t believe you when you say that. It�s like giving someone a pity fuck. And I don�t want your pity. All I wanted was your love�and no matter how busy I was, I always made time for you�but�I guess it�s not the same, huh?� He grimaced again, realizing exactly why he had quite drinking awhile back. It was to stop himself from thinking too much. "He's mine." He muttered to himself. "Mineminemine..." He stared bleakly at the bottle in front of him and after a few minutes, finally realized that it was empty. "Bartender!!" He yelled, before he remembered where he was and calmed. "Can I have some vodka please?" He asked inoo coo complacent tone from before. The bartender nodded a bit fearfully and hurried to do as he requested. He turned to stare at the empty bottle again and tried to remember exactly what and how much of it he had to drink this night. He remembered being surrounded by a few cans of beer before the waitress cleared that away. And the bottle of good sake. And now some vodka. Good. It all sounded like a good combination despite the little clamoring voice in the back of his head that begged to differ. Oh, well. On to the next subject-- Kazuki. Lovely subject there. A subject full of pain and love, wonder and hatred, loss and hope. "One would think he'd appreciate the flowers. But, nooo...he gave 'em away." He grumbled, hissing at people who happened to glance his way curiously. "Should drag my unhappy ass over to his hotel room and prove to him he's mine." Yeah, right, something sneered at him. Like you have the balls. "No one asked you for your fucking opinion..." Kisaki grumbled, snatching up the shot of vodka as soon as it was given to him. He downed it with one swallow and slight wince, before he ordered for another. "He's mine. Even if I have to tie him down." Easily, the alcohol dragged his mind off to daydream about Kazuki bound in a chair--full lips slightly parted in fear and excitement, beautiful eyes shining as...... He placed his head against the cool bar counter, pursued and enchanted by a fantasy. "Daisuki, Ki-sama. Kissu shite? Boku ni? Onegai?" And this time, unlike many times before he would do as Kazuki requested. He would capture the younger guitarist's lips with his own, cup his face in his hands delicately and the piercing would hardly be a bother . His eyes would close and he'd hold Kazuki in his arms tightly to never let him go. He would kiss him and this time there would be no doubts. "Mine...."
~*~
"Oh, my God--this place is so packed!" Kazuki said incredulously. "What?!" Miyabi shouted over the music. "Nothing!" Kazuki yelled back. He looked over the entire club, different lights spinning about and reflecting off of clothing, make up or certain hair styles. Bodies writhed in time with the beat of the music; oblivious to the fact that those who they emulated were probably dancing with them. Kazuki glanced off to the bar, eyes widening as he saw the crowd around it but figured that it only made sense. This place, although air conditioned, looked like it could get pretty hot once you got into the music and forgot about your surroundings. Miyabi tugged at his hand, leading him down a few steps and to the dance floor. "Kazuki-san!" He yelled in the other guitarist's ear even though it didn't sound like that, "It'll help if you dance! Take your mind off things!" "But I don't know how to dance!" Kazuki yelled back. "And you thihe phe people around you do?!!" Miyabi asked with a grin on his face, then gestured to everyone around them. Kazuki gave a little giggle at some who were trying to spasm and twitch like Kyo or hide in concert. "C'mon, just relax a little and let the music move you!!" Miyabi pulled him further into the crowd then let go of his hand. Kazuki stood there, trying not to feel to nervous and looked to the other young man for an example. Miyabi grinned, eyes dropping to the floor at Kazuki's feet before they wandered up his form. A hand swept slowly through his hair, his hips moved in time with the rhythm and Kazuki blushed. The guitarist turned around just as he heard laughter in his ear and arms wrapped around his waist. "Kazuki-san!! You're not having fun!" "I am too!" "Just relax!" "I can't dance, Miyabi!" "You're not even trying--here!!" Miyabi spun Kazuki around, pulling him close and reached forward to murmur in the other's ear. "Forget that you're surrounded by people, Kazuki-san. Forget that you're actually here. Just do as I said--relax and enjoy the music. You can even forget that I'm here....just have fun..." Slowly, he moved away but not before grasping one of Kazuki's piercings between his teeth and tugging gently. Kazuki shivered, just as the music changed. Dir en grey. Akuro no Oka remix. Oh, shit... Miyabi's hand slid gently down his back, tracing the spine under the clothing. Kazuki supposed it could've been worse. It could've been Buck-Tick. And he could've been dancing with Toshiya. Kazuki lifted his eyes to the ceiling, eyes slightly blinded by the flashing colored lights. Surely, but slowly, his body took over and he began dance with Miyabi, silencing his mind about whether he should or shouldn't. Kazuki's eyes closed as his head fell back, bleached blonde locks shifting over his face as he moved in time with Miyabi. He had never danced like this before and he was sure this was obvious. Hands slid down his sides, paused on his hips before they slid over and grasped the belt loops of his pants and pulled him closer. A leg slipped between his own, lips found their way to his throat. He didn't know if that was Miyabi or not but at the moment, he didn't particularly care. It didn't matter anyway. Ki-sama was never coming back. Miyabi's hands ran up his spine once again and Kazuki gasped as their hips were ground together. The lights blinded him as his eyes fluttered open, but he could not stop swaying in time to the music. His arms found their way around Miyabi's neck, pulling him closer. It was fun to pretend like this. It was fun to pretend that Miyabi wasn't who he was. It was fun to pretend that it was Ki-sama, until Kazuki realized that it was easier for Miyabi to be Miyabi. It didn't hurt as much. Ki-sama would never ever touch him this way--not in a million years. He sighed, but whether it was out of disappointment or relief, no one could say, not even him. A sigh was a sigh was a sigh. The music ended before another song picked up, this time faster and much more wild paced. Miyabi pushed away from Kazuki but that was okay. The guitarist felt that he needed the space. The younger boy would writhe and Kazuki wiggled to get a laugh out of him as well as himself. abi abi would do a quick para para and Kazuki would do his best Mana dance imitation. Pose one way. Pose another, pose one way then twirl and kick cutely. Of course, Kazuki didn't have Mana's little dress but he felt that he was cuter doing it in leather pants and a t-shirt. Miyabi made a face at him, grabbing Kazuki's hand and whirling him around the dance floor dangerously, almost making him run into the various lolita girls. No one knew who they were and that was just as well. He was here to have fun and he would comply.
~*~ terebi de wa hitsuu na koe de makushita teru merodorama kono boku wa karuku namida nagasu furide me o fuseta
A pale flash at the edge of his vision made Kisaki look up in confusion. The drink was placed down as he looked around. He knew he saw him. It wasn't hard to spot the other man in a darkened club. The man was so pale that he stuck out. Of course, he's an albino. What were you expecting? You're so drunk that you can't even find him....you're pathetic. He closed his eyes for a bit, mind swimming in the alcohol before he sensed movement next to him. He opened them slowly just as rose eyes swept over him. "Alistair..." He murmured, sitting up slightly. The beautiful albino man nodded in acknowledgement before his eyes swept over the rest of the club. Kisaki licked lips, fiddling with the cup in front of him before draining the last bit of it. He glanced back at him, unsurprised to see Shina, Alistair's spiky haired bassist and one of his slaves, removing two cigarettes from a case. He handed one to Kisaki without a word and lit it for him. He then placed the other cigarette delicately between his lips, lit it and puffed a bit. When it was to his own liking, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and placed it between Alistair's. The albino's rose eyes closed briefly, inhaling the cancerous smoke deep before he exhaled and looked back to Kisaki once again. The other man snorted, going back to his drink. "I'm in no mood for conversation..." he snarled out. There was a slight arch of one white brow. Alistair always knew he was lying. The albino shifted in his seat to face the counter, Shina hovering next to his side. He wasn't allowed to sit unless Alistair said so and his Master hadn't said so. "Don't think that I don't know what you're here about." Came a whisper that somehow managed to meet Kisaki's ears despite the music. "You don't just drink for anyone. Rejected you again, has he?" "He has not rejected me. He simply denied my existence. That's all." "Denial?" "Have you ever had someone stand right in front of you and claim that there was nothing between the two of you despite very visible evidence to the contrary?" Kisaki asked, turning to glare at Alistair. Of course, he wasn't actually glaring at Alistair--but rather at the situation he was facing. The albino's head tilted and he blinked slowly, before taking another drag from the cigarette. "Yes. I have. Today in fact." "Again?" Kisaki blinked in confusion. Who on earth would try to mess with Alistair? It wasn't as if the other man wasn't impatient--quite the opposite. He would have to have infinite patience to be able to train fourteen slaves (four of which were in his band) and have them live under the same roof as himself. Kisaki stared at the alcohol in his hand, trying to get his brain to remember current events that didn't have to do with himself and he nodded when he finally got it. "Ah. I see. Him. Why him, anyway? He's....he's kind of...." He hesitated as he couldn't exactly find a polite way to say it. Fortunately, Alistair solved that for him. "Bitchy?" Kisaki waved a hand around in agreement. "I find it interesting. And don't give me that look. I don't ask you why you fell for an innocent boy with too many piercings and eternal purity." "Touche." Kisaki grumped, "And he may be pure but he still knows how to lay on the hurt." He growled and turned to Alistair, "He put me in jail today, can you believe that?" "What exactly did you do?" "I punished someone." "The other boy? Your temper and jealousy was definitely not your friend today. Perhaps you should've waited until you were sure he was completely alone. How do you know that the other boy isn't already involved with someone else and what you saw was something different?" Alistair's eyes slid over the club once again as if he were looking for something. Kisaki paid him no mind and continued drinking. "I don't. Besides...you're worshe---worse--than me." "Really?" "Oh, yes. You're just as bad as I am. You just show it differently that's all. I know why you're here." en een enlighten me," came the quick amused response. "I know you're not here for me." "And how do you know that?" "Stop that." Kisaki grumbled, glaring at his cup and decided that maybe drinking out of the bottle was a better idea. If only he could get the energy to lift the bottle to his lips. There wasn't much work involved with a cup. Well, at least he thought so. "You're looking for him, aren't you? I'm telling you, it's not worth it. No one appreciates men like us anymore. Well, except maybe Shina over there." Alistair paused in his search of the room before he leaned against the counter, flicking ash off of his cigarette. Kisaki grumbled a bit before he went on. "This is not the only thing that's happened! All of my flowers--and I do indeed, mean ALL of them were given away by that boy. That's unexcusable. He made my Kazuki cut his hair. What right does he think he has to do that? Kazuki is mine. He also slept with him." There was a strange peculiar silence coming from Alistair and Kisaki peeked over. The albino's head was tilted in thought. "Perhaps...you were justified in your actions." "Mmhmm." "But you still forgot to think of the consequences. You knew you would get in trouble." "I was turned in by my own lover!" Kisaki snapped, trying not to break the glass in his hand. "There has to be something going on between them--you can't tell me otherwise. Why--" "You must be drunker than you realize. He turned you in because you were threatening his very livelihood. If you continued as you had, Yuki would've seriously injured and might have to stay in the hospital. That would take them off of the Dir en Grey tour, push back some appearances, recording and possibly single or album releases. They are a young band, Kisaki. They have a lot of fans but it doesn't hurt to gain more." Smoke curled in the air above Alistair's head as he exhaled once again. "But you knew this. And I really had no reason to state it again...did I?" Kisaki winced and took another sip of alcohol. Alistair's eyes swept over the club again as Kisaki sighed and straightened. "There were no questions in this relationship. He is mine. End of story, but no, he had to complicate things. And I don't want to hear what you think about this right now, just let me rant." It wasn't like Alistair would've said anything but Kisaki hurried on before the other man decided to. "Wasn't content with the way things were--couldn't wait. He can't understand that he's pure and that he makes it so damn difficult to do anything with him. Plus those piercings look like they could hurt him if I just decided to kiss him on a whim. We had all the time in the world but he didn't believe me." He fiddled with the cigarette that Shina had given him before slipping it into a hidden pocket of his outfit. He was about to raise the glass to his lips again before Alistair took it from him and set it down on the counter. He spun Kisaki slowly around on the bar stool. "I want you to watch. I want you to see if you spy what I spy..." Kisaki grumbled, wishing that he could still have his alcohol but did as he asked.
~*~ kami no ko ga koroshiau ai no sono kono ore wa shiran kao de yume o miru
Tomo held Madoka's hand tightly within his own as they finally got into the club. It was packed as expected. All of the clubs Nuriko recommended to his twin just had to be or it wasn't any fun. Madoka looked around, a certain triumphant smile on his face before he looked to Tomo and tugged on his hand again. He followed the other bishounen obediently, weaving through the crowd to a booth next to the wall. He pulled Tomo onto the same bench as himself, in order to make it easier to talk to him. "I know you don't feel like dancing, Tomo. So until you're ready too, we'll order some drinks if you like!" Tomo shook his head, "I don't feel like drinking anything, Madoka! You know how I get! I won't be able to keep my mouth shut and I'll act all goofy and I'll probably try to kiss you or something! I don't want to get hurt!" Madoka rolled his eyes, watching everyone else dance for a moment before he replied, "Tomo-chan! I won't let you get too drunk!" "Yeah, sure! That's what you always say!" Madoka rested his chin on Tomo's shoulder. "Oh, nonsense! You ate enough to absorb all the alcohol! C'mon--what say?" He poked Tomo in the side gently. Tomo whined a bit and Madoka sighed, slightly cuddling him before he stopped, as if he knew that made Tomo uncomfortable. He rested his head against Tomo's back before pulling away. "Fine, if you don't want a drink, I will." He stood, slightly leaning over the table to call for a waitress and ordered a drink before he sat down again. "Madoka....if you want to dance, go dance." "I'm not dancing with any of those freaks. I came here with you. I don't want to be left alone. I don't want to leave you alone." Tomo turned to glance at Madoka and sighed. "I'm sorry for being such poor company. I can't help it. It's just that everything's against me having fun right now. The man of my dreams is off with my best friend and I don't know how to handle it. I have no legs and I--" "What about meee? What's wrong with me?" Madoka asked, bitterly. Tomo's eyes widened in surprise. The other drummer pouted, staring at his hands on the table. "I know I'm no fun to be with either, but hey, I try my best. I mean..I may not be everyone's idea of...of the perfect guy but I try. I know I have a bad temper. I can't help it. I want to live too, you know. You're lucky you even had someone to love...not like me, who was only a replacement boyfriend." It was silent before Madoka squirmed. "I'm sorry, I'm just depressing us more." He climbed up onto the table, showing off a lot of leg and some underwear then slid off of it and onto the floor. "I'll leave you here, Tomo. I'm sorry for dragging you--" Tomo reached out for Madoka's hand, tugging him close. "We're so pathetic. Me, trying to hang onto Hiro. You trying to let go of someone else and avoid certain disaster with another." "This sucks." Madoka agreed blankly, eyeing the drink set on the table. He snatched it up and drank deeply. He then placed it down with the glass half-empty. Tomo brought Madoka's hand next to his cheek. The other drummer gave a half sigh and faint smile. "Maybe coming here was a bad idea?" "No....we just have to get into a mood." Madoka tugged him up. "Come...maybe if we mingle, we'll forget. Let's just try to dance at least." "Try being the operative word?" "Never hurts to try. And there are more people coming in!" Madoka pointed to the door, holding Tomo close. "They look familiar. I'm not sure if they're cosplayers or not. I can't see from here, can you?" Tomo looked to where Madoka gestured, feeling his jaw drop. "Madoka, we need to get closer." "So you wanna dance?" "Fuck dancing, let's find out who they are!!!"
~*~ ai no kuni koko wa rakuen aishiai nagusameau yoku nita kao ga waraiau juusei ni fuji no yamai aishiai kizutsukeau sore ijou nani o motometeru
Hiro held Yuki's hand, every now and again trembling with the after effects of the ride over here. Apparently, it wasn't Kyo who drove them. It was Toshiya. Hiro was very sure that he would never climb into the same car with Dir en Grey's bassist ever again. The club was packed as he expected and he smiled when Yuki bounced a little next to him. "Alright, boys!!" Toshiya said, with a proud sexy smile on his face. "I order you to have fun!!!" Kaoru smirked, before picking Toshiya up and carried him off somewhere in the vicinity of the dancing crowd. Shinya smiled just as Die scowled at Kaoru. Not to be outdone, he threw Shinya over his shoulder and leapt after his leader. Yasu dragged Ka-yu off to the bar while Yukito, Yuki and Hiro were left to themselves. Kyo had disappeared as soon as they entered the club. Yuki rested his head against Hiro's and Yukito chuckled, tapping Hiro's shoulder. "I'm gonna go find us a table...a place where we can all sit just in case we get tired. You keep him company and try to keep your pants on. We are in public after all." "Yukito!" Hiro hissed, just as the bassist snickered and disappeared. He sighed before looking down to his koi and smiled. "What do you want to do first, Yuki?" The vocalist licked his lips and pulled on Hiro's sleeve. "Dance with me." "B-but, I don't dance.." Hiro replied futilely. The last time he had danced was with Tomo. At the time, he swore that Tomo would be the only one to ever make him dance. And when they broke up, he knew that he would never dance with anyone again. He didn't want to reject Yuki since that was a very bad idea, but he didn't want to dance. He hated this complex of his, but he couldn't help it. Yuki made a face at him, pulling him toward the floor, but Hiro resisted easily and gave him an apologetic kiss. "Gomen, Yuki. Maybe later, okay? I want to see if I can help Yukito find a table." He turned, leaving the vocalist there by himself, dashing off to find Yukito. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was particularly hurtful but he would explain himself later. Yuki would understand, wouldn't he?
Yuki crossed his arms over his chest, scowling after him and stamped a foot angrily. "One step forward, ten steps back." He spun, making his way down the stairs to a certain part of the dance floor. He squeezed his way through the crowd, trying to ignore some hands that were boldly feeling him up as he passed. The music changed and the lights slowed to the beat. Different song--one that he didn't recognize but it suited. He frowned as he reached a knot of people and wiggled his way through it only to see someone he did not entirely expect to see there at all. Kazuki. Dancing between Miyabi and Toshiya. He blinked incredulously, looking around for Kaoru or anyone else to see if they were seeing the same thing he did. He caught Kaoru's dark eyes and the other guitarist nodded, making his way over to stand next to Yuki. They watched in relative silence as Kazuki writhed between the two of them his head resting back against Miyabi's. Yuki hadn't known that his band leader could move like that and was beginning to wonder exactly how much Kazuki had to drink. Assuming the other man did have anything to drink. He hoped he did, because no one could move like that sober. He squeaked as Miyabi's hand slid from Kazuki's hip down his thigh toward his crotch. Yuki really didn't want to watch his band leader being molested but found that he couldn't tear his eyes away. Yuki hurriedly shook Kaoru's arm, begging for the older man's attention. "Kaoru-san!! Kaoru-san!! You're not going to let Kazuki--I mean, you're not going to let Toshiya continue to dance like that with Kazuki and Miyabi, are you?!" "Of course, I am. I know who's bed he's ending up in. Besides, Kazuki and Miyabi are too young to know what they're doing. Toshiya does and although it doesn't look like it, he has self control when it comes to those who are younger than him." Kaoru gave a smirk, "Why? Is it affecting you?" "Of course not!!" Yuki replied quickly, trying to ignore the way Kazuki was rubbing up against Miyabi. He wished he could rub against someone like that too if that certain someone wasn't currently pretending that he wasn't trying to dump him. "B-but, Kaoru-san, I've never seen Kazuki like this before! He doesxn't dance!" Yuki protested. "I mean...not usually! He always sits out or something!" "Let him have his fun, Yuki," came the calm amused reply. "It looks like he hasn't done that in awhile and he'll have to stop sitting out some time. What better time to do that than now?" Yuki nibbled his lip, turning the situation over in his brain and examined it from all sides. He couldn't understand why he felt nervous about the entire thing. After all, Kazuki was only dancing. Kaoru was okay with it. It wasn't as if Kazuki's crazy lover was still out and about. He was most likely still in jail. And it wasn't as if he was at this club if he was out. He would probably be at home or some place like it, licking his wounds. Yuki gulped as Miyabi and Toshiya's lips found their way to Kazuki's. It was a good thing that guy wasn't here or he'd have exploded. Kazuki definitely must be drunk.
~*~
Tomo stopped short abruptly, stumbling a bit when Madoka crashed into him from behind. The other drummer poked his ribs gently and looked up at him. "What are you doing, Tomo-chan? What's the matter?" Tomo nibbled on his lip, "I thought I saw Hiro." He shook his head. "I guess it must've been my imagination. Hiro doesn't dance anymore." Madoka gave him a sympathetic half smile. "It's okay, Tomo. We can go home if you like." Tomo's head tilted then he shook it, pulling Madoka into a very friendly embrace. The other man stiffened before relaxing slightly. "Let's dance, Madoka. I haven't done this in such a long time. Help me forget and I'll help you too." Madoka smiled shyly and Tomo laughed. "Here you are telling me we should do all sort of things and have fun, then when I'm ready, you're all shy again." "Oh, shush." Madoka pouted, shifting in Tomo's embrace. "I just remembered that I don't know how to dance, okay?" Tomo gave an exasperated sigh, "Why is everyone insisting that they can't dance?" "Everyone? Who's everyone? Besides, I'm not as graceful as you are. I--" Tomo clapped a hand over Madoka's mouth and giggled when Madoka glared at him. "You talk too much." He giggled harder when Madoka's eyes widened with complete surprise. "You should just feel..." Tomo's other hand slid up Madoka's side slowly, feeling the vinyl under his fingertips and under that, he could feel each breath Madoka took. His hand drifted up to Madoka's neck, caressing it before he looked into the drummer's eyes. His hand reached out to touch Madoka's hair, but he drew away as Tomo expected. No one was allowed to touch the holy hair. He pulled Madoka close once again, an arm wrapping around his waist as if to apologize for presuming on a friendship. "It's just like drumming...." Tomo said, "Except that there are no drums in front of you, no complex rhythm to hammer out." Tomo drew Madoka closer so he could feel every line and scant curve of his body, swaying in time to the music. Madoka's arms positioned themselves awkwardly around Tomo's waist, but his head remained bowed. Shy again. How cute. "There...that's better, Madoka," Tomo encouraged, soothingly. "It always takes a drummer." He removed his hand from Madoka's mouth and caressed his cheek. "Just you and me. No jealous wannabe lover, no clueless exboyfriend--" "No Hiro," Madoka reminded, finally looking up at Tomo. He shook his head sadly. "No...no Hiro. No Yuki." Madoka raised a hand to wipe Tomo's tears away gently. "No Tomo. No Madoka." Another nod. "Just the music." "Exactly."
~*~
A growl permeated the air and Kisaki's eyes narrowed. "I do indeed spy what you spy." And I'm going to do something about it, he finished in his head. He stood up from his stool, ready to get up and claim what was his before a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, anger burning in his eyes and met Alistair's cool gaze. He stepped back as a whisper met his ears and he nodded. His full attention was transferred onto Alistair as an idea began to form. He bowed his head next to Alistair's, adding a few suggestions of his own. A slow smile began to curve on each of the men's lips.
~*~ yasashii chichi mo haha mo moeta daichi kuroi ame kono boku wa karuku namida nagasu furide me o fuseta
An hour or two passed, but it was sufficient enough time for Yukito, Yasu, Ka-yu and Yuki combined to persuade Hiro to dance. Or if not to dance, at least to stare at Kazuki. Not like the guitarist has an idea what was going on around him. It was a good thing there was a certain code for behavior in this club and that Kazuki had a lot of friends, or else he would've been jumped awhile ago. The music changed, bouncy and slightly happy--the typical type of Tori Amos remix. The beat was nice, but Yuki wasn't very good at English so he didn't pay attention to the words much. Her voice seemed to snap Kazuki out of his strange reverie. The guistarist shook his head before he began to recognize all those around him and he laughed nervously. Yuki cackled and reached out for his leader. "What was all that about?" "I have no idea," Kazuki replied, laughing, and for once, it seemed like he meant it. "It was so fun though!! The problem is that now--I'm exhausted!" He draped himself against Yuki and Hiro, panting. Sweat dripped from his bleached hair onto his bandmates. "Ugh...you're all..icky..." Kazuki gave a strange giggle and glomped Yuki, pressing his sweaty body against the vocalist's. "Awww.....I love you, too, Yuki!!! Could you and Hiro get me a drink? Pleaseeee?" Yuki and Hiro looked at each other and smiled. Yuki placed Kazuki to the side while Hiro and he played Jan Ken Pon with each other. Three tries later and Yuki was the loser. The vocalist sighed and made a face at Hiro. "Alright, don't you go anywhere--and don't lose sight of him!" He pointed to Kazuki. "We don't want to lose him again like we did earlier." Nevermind that it was his fault for chasing Kazuki off in the first place. Yuki turned and made his way to the bar, passing a man with black spiky glittery hair who looked faintly familiar. He turned, watching him for a bit before he shook his head and continued on his way. There was something strange about that man, though. He could've sworn he saw tcollcollar before. It was a popular fashion accessory but there was something about that collar that looked professional--formal. Like the man wore it as if it were natural and that it was a part of him rather than it being a regular necklace. He turned his full attention to the bar, ordering Kazuki some water instead of something alcoholic. He didn't want to his leader to get drunk. He knew how bad Kazuki could get. He blinked at a strangely beautiful man at the bar. He was paler than the others in this club. His head tilted before he realized that the man was an albino. Yuki blushed when he found that he was staring. The man may have been beautiful but he looked dangerous. Dangerous and waiting. He wished luck to anyone who went home with one one. Next to him sat a man with crimson hair and a very revealing lace and vinyl outfit. Yuki could've sworn that he knew him also but before he could pinpoint a name to a face, he was presented with Kazuki's ice cold water. With a cherry in it. O.o He tasted it a bit to see if it was water and when satisfied he turned back around, looking for his leader. Yuki spotted Hiro first, then waved him over. He walked toward him to meet him halfway with Kazuki. "Here." "There's a cherry in it." Kazuki said. "Just drink it." The guitarist stuck his tongue out at him then took the water with both hands, drinking deeply. He didn't bother coming up for air as he drained the glass dry, leaving only ice cubes and the cherry. He gasped as he finally swallowed the last bit, righting himself and the glass then reached in to fish out the cherry. "Sankyuu, Yuki! I owe you a dance for this one." Yuki shook his head, watching as Kazuki lifted the cherry to his lips and chewed on it then popping it into his mouth with a squeal. Just then, the man with spiky black hair passed by again and the lights went out, leaving the entire club in darkness. A few people screamed while most others laughed at them. Yuki grabbed onto Hiro's arm just as a slow tribal drum began to play. Shivers ran down Yuki's spine. This isn't right. There's something wrong. This isn't supposed to be happening. "Hiro!" He shook the drummer's arm and Hiro leaned down to listen. "Hiro, there's...something....just promise that whatever happens tonight, tell me that you won't leave me--promise me?" "I promise, Yuki." Hiro murmured in the vocalist's ear and as if to seal the promise, he kissed Yuki's lips. Yuki hugged him tight, slightly comforted but his nerves were still frayed. The drums continued before an woman's ethereal voice could be heard singing in the background. The lights began to glow slightly and they flashed on as soon as the guitars kicked in--dark shades of red, occasional hints of blue but darkness all around. Kazuki had disappeared and Yuki still stood there next to Hiro, nervous as to what would come next. There was a familiar sillhouette passing near them with slightly spiky hair and whispered something in Hiro's ear. He thought it was Kyo. Yuki couldn't hear him, didn't understand what was being said because a low voice began to sing, catching his attention and drawing it elsewhere. He wanted to dance.... He tried tugging on Hiro's arm but the drummer leaned down to whisper in Yuki's ear. "I've got a phone call. I'll be right back, Yuki." "You promised not to leave me!" "I'm not. I never will!!" He didn't get it. Yuki nibbled on his lip, spinning around. What the heck was he going to do? It was too strange...too scary--too much darkness that he wasn't used to in an unfamiliar club. Two people passed him, just as the light fell on him and he could have sworn that he saw the albino man and the one in lace and leather move past him. He shivered again, rubbing his arms. It's going to fall apart, something whispered to him. You'll have to run... "I need to wait for Hiro....I can't leave without him...."
~*~
They were dancing perfectly fine. Nothing moving them--nothing mattering to them except the music. Then the lights went out, leaving them in an unsure silence. Tomo and Madoka unconsciously held onto each other tighter. When the woman's voice began to sing in the background, fear and excitement began to thread through them. A familiar silhouette passed by Tomo, saying something in his ear. The other drummer looked puzzled before he let go of Madoka. "Madoka, stay here. I'll be right back..." The guitars began playing, random flashes of light played off the music but the club remained as dark as ever. Madoka stood there for a second, nibbling on his lip before he decided to go back to the booth. He nodded to himself, sweeping a hand through his dark red hair and moved off the dance floor only to feel an arm wrap around his waist and pull him against a lean muscled body. A hand grasped his chin firmly before lips found their way to his mouth, kissing him firmly. He struggled a bit, but the press of teeth against his lips warned him to stay still. His eyes widened in fright. He knew the person kissing him. Let go...let go...I hate you--let me go!!! His body ignored his mind's protests. His eyes closed, his hand going to the other man's cheek as he was kissed thoroughly. Finally, he was released and he gasped for breath. "A...Alistair..." He whispered, even though it couldn't possibly heard. There was a flash of amused crimson rose eyes and his hand slid from Madoka's waist to rest boldly on his rump. "N-n--why are you here?!" Fingers touched Madoka's face before they traced his lips. His other hand rubbed the curve of Madoka's ass gently. "I've come to claim what is mine, Madoka." "I--" "You are mine, Madoka." "What about Tomo? What did you do to Tomo?" "What makes you think that I did anything to this Tomo?" he asked, darkly amused. Madoka scowled and hit Alistair's chest. "I know you, Alistair! I know how you work!" "Do you? So did you know exactly how furious yore mre making me?" The albino whispered coldly. Madoka struggled a bit, squeaking when Alistair pinched his behind. He stilled in order to save his ass (literally) and bit his lip to keep from snapping out a comment. "I'm not naive, Madoka. I know exactly what you were doing. I was watching you from the moment you came in. You don't think you can hide from me, can you?" He knew better than to answer that question, so instead he tried to change it. "I--I didn't let him kiss me. And besides...we got into an argument. You're not supposed to be here!!" "Do you wish for me to leave?" Madoka bit his lip again and shook his head shyly. "I thought so." The drummer pretended to find something interesting about Alistair's clothing, playing with it for a bit before looking up at him. "What are you up to, Alistair? There's something more to this, isn't there?" "Nevermind. It is none of your business." "But--but if Tomns ins into problems. If he runs into that Hiro--I'm sure he's here somewhere--if he runs into him, it'll break hea heart and Yuki--" "He is not your lover, Madoka." Alistair whispered coldly near his ear. He swallowed hard. "I...I know...." "Who is your lover, Madoka?" The drummer whimpered, struggling in vain with Alistair. He didn't want to get hurt and he didn't want to hurt in turn. They had already gotten into one serious argument already and Madoka didn't want to be left alone again. He refused to look into those red eyes, refused to answer that question until he felt lips brushing his ear and a whisper rasped across his senses. "Who is your lover? Say it..." Madoka trembled as Alistair's other hand caressed his side and along his ribcage, feeling as if fire was trailing along his skin and through the fabric of the dress. He stared up at the albino, breaths coming slightly faster than he ever intended it to around the other man. Alistair waited patiently, watching Madoka with veiled eyes. Madoka shuddered and let out a deep breath, before he tiptoed slightly, reaching up to wrap his arms around Alistair's neck and pressing a shy kiss against Alistair's lips. "That's a good boy, Madoka..." Alistair whispered against the drummer's lips. His grip tightened about Madoka noticeably, not ready to let him go any time soon. ...hate...hate you...Madoka whimpered, but his body arched into Alistair's like it never had with Tomo's. Alistair captured Madoka's lips again into another searing kiss, body moving against Madoka's in a tantalizing grind. He was a slave to the music again as well as to the man holding him even though he would never ever admit it to anyone else. His hips gyrated sensually against Madoka's, both hands cupping the drummer's ass to pull him tighter against him. All coherent thought was swept from Madoka's mind. No Hiro, no Yuki. No Tomo, no Madoka. Only the music... ......and Alistair.
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kami no ko ga aishiau ai no sono kono ore wa shiran kao de yume o miru
As soon as the lights had died down, Miyabi ran up to him with a laugh and dragged him back to the dance floor. "I can't dance without my dance partner!" "What do you mean?" Kazuki replied, swallowing the last bit of the cherry. "You had two! Or didn't you recognize Toshiya reaching over to kiss you?" "Wah! Don't mention that! I thought it was a dream and now that I know it's not, I might freak! I can't freak now, I think he likes me!KazuKazuki laughed as Miyabi did a little fanboy scream/squeak/yell. Toshiya turned to them with an impish sexual smile on his lips, arms around Kaoru possessively and summoned them over. "WAI!" Miyabi cheered before they ended up next to the tall bassist's side. Kaoru chuckled, letting go of Toshiya. Toshiya positioned the younger men between them, giggling as he hugged them both. The guitars started and Kazuki shivered, and his eyes closed, when the low voice began to purr out the lyrics. A sigh wound its way out of him, as someone's arm wrapped around him from the front and another from the back. He didn't have to open his eyes to realize that it was Toshiya holding him from the front and Miyabi in the back. The one that was petting his hair every now and again was Kaoru, who was too short to reach over and do anything. Gracefully, he moved against Toshiya, hands sliding down the tall man's body. Hypnotizing lights. Music that charmed his soul. For a moment, Kazuki envied Kaoru. Totchi was a sex-kitten from the top of his head to the tip of his designer shoes. Kazuki was putty in Toshiya's experienced hands. And arms. And legs. Lips pressed against Kazuki's collarbone as Miyabi's hands drifted under his shirt. Fingers skittered up his rib cage, before grasping the hem of it, ready to pull it up and over his head. Cold air hit the skin at the small of his back and a growl echoed through the air. It seemed like it was part of the music, but something made him open his eyes. As soon he did so, a strong hand grasped his wrist, pulling him away from Miyabi, Toshiya and Kaoru. He blinked a few times in confusion, then his eyes widened in shock when he found out that was standing behind a familiar figure in vinyl and lace. No...it can't be.... Toshiya turned, a furious look on that pretty face. Toshiya had a temper too even though he showed it differently. His eyes widened a bit as he noticed who stood in front of him before his lips quirked a certain way. He wasn't going to back down and Kazuki began to worry. Miyabi blinked a few times, stepping away from the other man and Kaoru glared. "Excuse me..." Toshiya said, in a voice as brittle as glass. "I believe you just stole my dance partner?" "Excuse. Me." Came the frozen reply, holding an undercurrent of boiling hot rage under it. "I believe that you were dancing with my boyfriend. In fact, you were doing much more, Hara Toshimasa." Toshiya scowled, placing a hand on his hip unconsciously giving the sexy thigh pose. "Like I had any clue as to what goes on in your life. He didn't say a word about you being his boyfriend." He snorted, tossing blue hair over his shoulder. "That must mean something..." His voice dropped an octave, running straight into what would be known to most as the bitchy zone, "....ne?" Kazuki swallowed hard, looking up at the man in front of him and watched his arm tremble in barely contained rage. He placed a hand on the man's forearm to calm him but whether he noticed or not, he gave no sign. Toshiya sighed flippantly, tossing his hand at him dismissively. "Yeah, well, whatever. Kazuki...." He sauntered over, hips swaying in an almost female fashion and reached around to grasp Kazuki's hand and pull him back but he never had the chance to touch the younger man. Things began to happen too fast for him to keep track. Ki-sama's hand snapped out, snatching Toshiya's wrist and pulling him forward. His other hand reached out to backhand the bassist but before he could do so Kaoru yanked Toshiya out of his grasp and took the blow for his lover. Toshiya stared in shock for a moment before bursting into tears and pulling Kaoru into an embrace. "No fighting! No! Kaoru! You didn't have to do that!!!" Kaoru snarled, trying to get Toshiya off of him but Ki-sama sneered at him, scooting back and keeping Kazuki behind him. The younger guitarist shook his head in
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