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Dangerous Play	By : scarecrowslady Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > D Views: 2474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Ergo: not real or factual. I do not know D (or any other jrock band) and I am not gaining profit from this!

Chapter List
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- 13
- 14
Thanks to Asp for their lyrics! It really helped with titles for the chappies! This is fanfiction, people. Which means it's not real, it's for free... Enjoy~

Dangerous Play

Chapter 13: Lies and Promises

"I am the promise and the liar..."

"Where've you been?" Ruiza asked rather impatiently as Kisaki walked into the bedroom which Sin, Shion and Ruiza shared. "We've been waiting for hours! I tried calling you - but your cell was off..."

Kisaki sighed and shook his head.

"Out," he lied vaguely, shrugging his shoulders lazily. "Hanging with a friend. You know - one of the boys from Mirage."

"An hour late too!" Sin put in, bouncing up and down in excitement. "We've been all excited - and goodness knows when Asagi will be back from his latest shopping spree... And Ruiza's been developing cold feet all of a sudden..."

"Has he now?" Kisaki strolled over to the room's only armchair.

Sin and Shion moved onto Ruiza's bed for a better view of the TV. Kisaki took the armchair and loftily handed a DVD case to Ruiza. The blond guitarist hesitated, fingering the silver disc.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Kisaki huffed. "You're seriously getting the willies? After all that arguing about whether I am adequately romantic or not? Put the damn thing in."

"It just seems wrong," Ruiza sighed. "And well..."

"You can just pay me and take my word for it -"

"No," Shion interrupted heavily. "We'll see as much as we need to see."

"Absolutely," Sin agreed. "And it's not like Asagi isn't a mystery or anything. We've all seen bits of him here and there..."

The rest of the band stared at the man strangely. Although what Sin said was true - [after all, life during tour and productions tended to bring everyone into uncomfortable intimacy with each others bodies] - it wasn't as though anyone were actually *looking* at each other... at least, none had thought so until now...

"That's just...." Ruiza began, feeling creeped out just a little.

"Sorr-ee for noticing..." snapped Sin, feeling, for the first time, a teensy bit guilty for looking. "But it's right there... and a man's a man..."

"Good thing Asagi isn't here," Kisaki snorted. "He'd be an embarrassed puddle of goo right about now - poor thing. Ah... here we go."

The screen flickered a little before it settled - letting the watchers have a great shot of Asagi giggling lightly as Kisaki pounced on him, kissing him tenderly on the face, the lips - down his pale neck - to the collarbones - and further down to soft, rounded, slightly hardened nipples. To the men watching, Kisaki's introductory statement seemed almost anti-climactic - and the way it was shot (obvious from the corner of Kisaki's room) felt almost...

Kisaki's tongue was causing the most seductive sighs to emerge from that pale throat...

"Holy fuck," breathed Ruiza, enchanted.

"Agreed..." Shion blinked.

The amorous-Kisaki-on-the-video seemed to know all of Asagi's most sensitive spots. Within ten minutes, Asagi was moaning and begging for Kisaki - his voice heavy with arousal and desire. It was amazing to see that side of Kisaki - gentle and careful - but even more, it was beautiful to see Asagi's usually serene face revealed in its passion.

It is seeing something private and forbidden. This is taboo - this is wrong - Ruiza thought as he watched Kisaki bring Asagi to a heated and long climax. This is...

He turned his head away and sucked his breath in sharply.

Asagi was standing there in the doorway. Frozen - hands clutching his small satchel, white-knuckled. Face blank as he took in the scene. The four men watching the TV screen avidly. And there he was - panting and gasping Kisaki's name like a whore on the TV...

Kisaki turned just as Asagi whirled around and slammed the door behind him. Ruiza jumped up and pulled open the door - calling out Asagi's name - but there was no answer.

"Shit," he said.

Kisaki was unmoved. He turned back to watch the TV screen - Asagi's face scrunching up adorably as he climaxed under Kisaki's fingers. The bassist smiled.

Asagi was gone - but he would be coming back for more.

He always will.

-0-0-0-

He couldn't believe it. He just... couldn't believe it. That Kisaki would... it was worse than the hotel Paradise. Worse than Magnum-sama and the cutting gaze of Mana-sama. It was worse than wearing sex toys on the PV set. It was worse than getting finger fucked on their studio's dressing table.

For a moment, Asagi wondered why. Why did it hurt so much? Was he really in love with the demon called Kisaki? For real? Or was it because he had thought... he had thought that Kisaki really cared?

Perhaps that was it. That night had been so beautiful. Everything he had hoped for in a relationship - but it was all for nothing. Kisaki had obviously been making a point to the band. No doubt money was exchanged.

Asagi felt sick. He wanted to throw up - but he knew that returning to the hotel suite he shared with Kisaki was out of the question. The man would be waiting. No doubt with another camera to teach him another lesson.

How long has he been video-taping me? The vocalist wondered. How many times has he been sharing our moments together? For all I know, he could be selling tapes of me -

It made him feel even more ill.

All of the happiness he had accumulated over the months, the good memories he had hoarded so carefully - the feeling of goodwill he got from a successful day of shopping...

It was all gone.

Finding a washroom on the downstairs floor of the hotel, Asagi wiped his face and thought hard, trying to regroup.

If the suite is out of the question... then... my options are narrow. This is Tokyo - and my apartment is too far away in Osaka... and Kisaki would fire me if he found out I had strayed to far on a weekend when we have shows... it leaves me no choice...

Asagi smiled painfully into the mirror.

He'd show Kisaki.

-0-0-0-

Ruiza had been chatting cheerfully with the men earlier that day about a club he had enjoyed in Tokyo. Asagi remembered the blond's eagerness to return there - apparently, the drinks were rather cheap -

"And there's a lot of our kind there," Ruiza had added. "Great for making contacts, you know?"

"Well, I do like to mix my business with my pleasure," Kisaki had grinned to himself.

Asagi had turned away to fret over Kisaki's crassness - but he still listened to the blond talk about the directions, the address... and he wondered if he would ever take Kisaki's rather strong advice and "get a life". Would he break free and take the risk to meet new people? Or would he wallow in the chains of the old?

Good question, Asagi, he thought. Hmmm... New people, broken chains - and ending up being beaten half to death and abandoned in your apartment and chained to the ceiling? I think not...

But now, it was all different. Before, the thought of the club had only brought images of unwanted attention, loud, low-cultured music and drink - now, the club held promise. It was there that Asagi could find someone - could find someone and use him and bring it back to Syndrome and say 'See! I can find people for myself!'

If Kisaki doesn't kill you first, he thought morosely.

No! The other side of him protested. You deserve this! After the way he treated you!

Torn and undecided, Asagi ransacked his satchel and sighed with happiness as he found some of his makeup still in there from earlier in the morning. It was hard to put the eyeliner on with shaking hands - but he managed and after sprucing up his face and putting on the barest amount of gloss on his lips, the vocalist slipped out of the hotel and made his way to the downtown.

When he arrived, he stood outside and looked up uncertainly. It was now or never. Asagi hung back, watching the young people crowd in - looking suave and cool and rebel and hip and all chic in chains and leather and multi-coloured fur and suits and... For the shy vocalist, it was overwhelming. Loud, crashing beats and the noise of partying seemed to burst out as the door opened and closed. Outside, there were small groups of people smoking. They laughed, chatted - seemed to have no cares in the world. Everyone of them looked like they...

Belonged...

Asagi's chest tightened.

Who are you kidding? He asked himself. You don't belong here. You can't even pretend to fit!

He felt rather out of place in his skinny jeans, flimsy black t-shirt and casual sneakers. Next to the cocky indie celebrities, Asagi felt like the ugly ducking. Tall. Bony. Gawky. Hair nothing to write home about. Nose too big...

Just before he could turn away - a hand slipped around his waist.

"Kazutake! Saya! Look what I found!" A boisterous voice yelled past his ear at a group that seemed to be huddled around a few smokers.

"Who is it? asked one of them.

"I dunno! But he's loafing around like a lost puppy! I thought it was kinda cute!!!"

"Well, bring'im over here then! Let's have a look! Hey! Watch it, Yu-ki! You nearly burned my hand off there!"

"Stop being a schizo idiot, then, geez, idiot-Sion!"

"C'mon," smiled the shorter, grinning man who tugged on Asagi's arm. "We don't have all night - or all the money to last all night, worse luck. But let's enjoy it, ne?"

Asagi wanted to pull away - suddenly worried that he was going to end up robbed by some low-life band groupie. Or even worse, gang-raped in some dark alley. Or even worse, forced to dance in front of a crowd of people he didn't know...

He could almost hear Kisaki laughing at his sad demise...

But before he could open his mouth to say a quiet "Ah... well... thanksbutnothanks...", Asagi found himself pressed into a crowd of young musicians who were all arguing over who was more crazy - bassists or electric guitarists. Consensus seemed to be that bassists were crazier - and Asagi, thinking of Kisaki and his proclivities - and then remembering Mana-sama at Hotel Paradise, couldn't help but agree. Just as he was about to put in a quiet two cents on the matter, the door opened - blaring out the opening bars of some crazy dance music.

"Ahhh!!! It's the song!!!" screamed half of the men - and quite a few who had finished their cigs dashed inside.

Asagi's beginning thought on bassists, "I think -" was abruptly brought to a halt Since his own acquaintance was now dragging him into the crowd. It was a crazy crowd - like one big mass of arms and legs - and his shorter (new) friend (???) seemed to think that throwing himself at it and diving into the pool of flesh and bizarre clothing was the best way to enjoy himself. Asagi was jerked onto the dance floor without so much as a by-your-leave - and found himself pressed between a tall, gangly, boyish-looking young man who sported earrings and lip ring and his new acquaintance. Both seemed to think it was very trendy to grind their groins against the vocalist - even though -

They don't even know my name! Asagi felt his face turning a bright red under the dizzyingly flashing lights of the dance floor. I'm dirty dancing with two MEN I don't KNOW!

Kisaki is going to LOVE this... Another part of Asagi whispered at him, like a ticklish kind of conscience. And you brought this kind of humiliation on yourself! I guess you have developed bad taste... and no wonder...

Trying to find out their names was totally out of the question - the loudness of the music alone drowned out the even most strongest voice. Instead, it seemed like there was other forms of communication - body to body, lip reading, sign language... and even instinct. Asagi's own instinct for survival forced him off the dance floor after thirty minutes of jumping up and down (which Ruiza liked to call "bumping") and rubbing himself sensuously (and inadvertently) against his partners (which Ruiza liked to call "grinding"). He was sweating like a pig - unused to the exercise - and ended up refreshing himself with a couple of alcoholic drinks at the bar.

"Hot in here!?!?" yelled his partner.

Asagi wasn't sure if it was a question or a comment, but he nodded, amazed by the young man's vocal lung capacity.

He would make a good screamer, the vocalist thought. Unfortunately, I have to save my voice for tomorrow... so I can't show off at all.

He sighed. It was always about tomorrow. Never about today.

"You need to loosen up!!!" yelled his partner. "I could feel that you are SUPER TENSE!!!"

Asagi smiled a little, and then shivered, remembering the TV screen with him moaning Kisaki's name like a slut - and the fascinated faces watching it... He made a face and eyed his companion. The man wasn't tall like Kisaki. Neither was there anything complicated about him. Unlike the bassist, his eyes were clear and frank - wanting fun, wanting sex - no doubt - but honest. Asagi could feel it in his bones.

Or maybe you are just kidding yourself, another part of him snorted. Maybe you are just being gullible all over again.

On the other hand, an even more sadistic whisperer pointed out, it's not like you can sink any lower anyways. You've performed in front of one of the most famous singers in the industry - and in front of your band mates... what can be worse?

Not much, Asagi admitted to himself.

"Have another DRINK!!!" the shorter man nodded, pushing another glass towards the vocalist.

Asagi eyed it and then shrugged.

To hell with it... He swallowed the drink down rather quickly and coughed, eyes watering as the strong drink hit his sinuses. Looking up he smiled crookedly at the young man who laughed and nudged the other taller man who had joined them.

Now... to find out who they are... if I'm gonna enjoy myself... I at least have to know their names. At least...

He wondered how pathetic he was. Asagi was sure Kisaki was somewhere laughing over him.

-0-0-0-

Ruiza's spirit rose as he entered the club. Kisaki scoffed at the blond for his love of the crowds - but the guitarist knew that there was something about the energies of the places that gave him a feeling of security. Maybe it was knowing that there were other people out there like him - unhappy and needing some sort of a respite from the disappointments of the world. That others like him needed the liquid happiness to keep going - and the joy of the dance.

It bled out the tension out of him - like good sex. Except he didn't want to think about it like that. Just thinking about sex made him remember Asagi's face - and the crumpled hopes that had come crashing down in the sweet man's eyes as he turned away. Asagi had hid his disappointments so well up until then, Ruiza had almost thought he had been dreaming it.

But now he was sure. Asagi had been broken-hearted. And Kisaki hadn't even cared.

The bastard.

Ruiza, sitting at the bar sipping his third drink in the evening, watched the mass of people bump and grind to the unholy music. It was liberating. He wondered who he would meet this time around... Last time, he had bumped into some of his old band mates from the old times - before Kisaki...

Maybe, I'll find something here, tonight, he thought vaguely. Maybe, tonight... I'll forget...

-0-0-0-

"What's your name?" asked Asagi, not even trying to raise his voice.

"EHHH???"

"What's your NAME?"

"YOU HEARD WHAT HE SAID?" asked the shorter cocky man.

"I DON'T KNOW!!!" replied the tall young man who was starting to behave more like a monkey on steroids.

That... or he's got seizures... Asagi thought, wondering if he should be worried or not. His companion's flailing-like dance on the bar stool seemed to be another art form from another planet.

"Shorter Sexy Man", Asagi mentally labelled him, was smiling and totally relaxed. Apparently the antics of "Taller Sexy Man" didn't faze him one bit.

Impressive.

"WHAT IN KAMI'S NAME DO WE HAVE HERE????!!!???!!!" bellowed a familiar voice from behind Asagi - who whipped around expecting some sort of thug or -

No wait. It's...

Asagi peered at the man's face which changed red-blue-yellow-green within 5 seconds. The voice and the face brought a small smile to his face.

"Kazuki," he said.

Kazuki seemed to have the ability to lip read because he waved and slung his arm around Asagi.

"How's the old man doing?" He bawled in a loud voice.

"Well enough," smiled Asagi. "Just in Tokyo for an event..."

"With Syndrome, right???"

"Yes," Asagi nodded.

"What's he saying?" asked "Shorter Sexy Man".

"HIS NAME'S ASAGI! WAS IN A BAND WITH ME - AND HE'S HANGING WITH KISAKI AT PRESENT!!! SINGER!!!" Kazuki smiled at the men and gave two thumbs up with a wink.

Just as Asagi was about to ask Kazuki for the names of his friends, the drummer was dragged by "Taller Sexy Man" off to the dance floor. Waving apologetically, Kazuki promised in a loud yell to hook up with Asagi sometime soon. Asagi, thinking of what his last conversation with Ken-chan had brought, thought not.

-0-0-0-

Ruiza was taking a smoke outside when a few other men joined him. For a moment, there was silence, then a couple started to talk about guitar chording. The short blond considered joining them and then thought twice. After all, it appeared that the two men were band mates. For all he knew, this was some sort of guitarist pow-wow he wasn't supposed to be privy to.

Not that I need help, Ruiza sighed. It's nice to know the guitar really well - but then there's the pressure... and the stress... Sin isn't stressed enough yet to realize it. But I'm sure Asagi could talk to him about the effects of stress on the body... after all, he is more or less Kisaki's stress release...

Despite Shion's unconcerned optimism and Sin's air-headed optimism, Ruiza felt more in tune with Asagi's quiet but grim outlook on life. There was something to be said for taking it all while you have the opportunity.

Although, it looks like you are biting off more than you can chew, ne, Asagi-san?

He sighed, huffing out a stream of smoke.

"Mumbling, huh, Aya-chan... you know what that means~"

"A sad heart is what I think."

"A broken one, you think?"

"Naw... but then, he is smoking... no one to scold him and tell him that his lungs are getting black."

"I got someone like that," Ruiza scowled (knowing that he only looked cuter as a result, and thus, scowled even more). "He tells me in a cute, shy, endearing tone. Hesitantly, as if he were going to hurt my feelings..."

He sighed, feeling stupid for spouting lame poetic shit like that in front of strangers.

"Ah. So you have someone? Shame. And here I thought you were -"

"I don't," Ruiza said, quickly. "He's as unreachable as a geisha - and being fucked by our band owner to boot."

"Nice," said one of them, taking another pull on his cig, turning to 'Aya-chan' with a wink. "We had something like that going on in our old band. Awkward... ne?"

"Fuck off, Akira," Aya said without any heat. "And YOUR lungs ARE getting blacker by the minute - and so are mine - as I breath in your second-hand smoke. How I am gonna sing tomorrow is a mystery to me. Our reviews will start with... 'Adiel's vocal singer, Ayame-san, sounded as husky as a bear...'"

"Why bear?" asked Akira, impishly. "Why not - I don't know... wildcat?"

Ayame gave Akira a look which ended up with both men chuckling.

"Adeil?" asked Ruiza with interest. "It's a new band, isn't it?"

"Yeah... Well... some of us come from other bands. Ayame and I survived Mirage - and here we are... Testing our luck again with the fickle winds of fame..."

"Don't listen to him," Ayame added. "He's just half-drunk."

"Aren't we all," Ruiza laughed bitterly. "And better off for it, I suppose."

The two men from Adeil blinked at each other and shook their heads mournfully.

"This is sad..."

"He's like an old man..."

Ruiza watching the two men, smiled, remembering the good old days in Laybial and before.

Still, despite everything that Syndrome is and is not... I don't regret meeting him... Even if it also meant putting up with Kisaki...

Kisaki...

The name triggered memories of earlier that day... Ruiza's head snapped up - eyes sharp as the pieces clicked together.

-0-0-0-

"You liked him?" Kazuki yelled in a loud voice at his dance partner.

"He was nice."

"But you let him go! Now's slow dancing with that other guy! You should take the chance!"

"I don't know... You know the other guy?"

"Don't know him from Adam," Kazuki shook his head. "Seems nice though."

-0-0-0-

Asagi enjoyed the slow dancing. It was nice to have a song playing that wasn't going to blow his eardrums into smithereens. Even more, it was nicer to sway gently with someone who was taking the time to find out what he liked. Instead of bullying him into the bedroom, his partner seemed more intent on enjoying the journey. And the retiring vocalist appreciated the attention.

I guess I am a compliment whore... Asagi thought ruefully. But then... I'm sure that not even half of them are true... or applicable to me...

When their lips met eventually, Asagi was more than ready - and twice as enthusiastic. When they found a small room on the third floor of the building which was nice, dark and had a door with a lock (which Asagi was even more pleasantly surprised by), Asagi was even more amenable to spending some quality alone time with his lover.

Lover.

He paused, unsure - and stopped to think - as the young man's lips teased his sensitive skin.

It has been so hard to see Kisaki as one... even after all this time... Can I be so easy? Asagi wondered doubtfully. Or are my demands so abominably substandard? Or my expectations?

"Stop thinking," a firm pair of lips whispered in his ear, nibbling gently along the lobe of his ear. A long tongue swirled lazily down Asagi's neck, tasting the vocalist's scent and sweat. And as Asagi's t-shirt was pulled off over his head - down to his pert dusky nipples and ready erection.

Within ten minutes, both of the men were tugging off their pants and grinding their hips together - panting and moaning with desire. Asagi's lover paused as Asagi's fingers dug into his hip.

"A little late to ask - but top or bottom?"

Asagi blinked, confused at the question.

"I'm - I'm sorry... I don't understand..."

"Well... I mean..." The young man eyed the older one cautiously, wondering how the man couldn't understand the basic lingo. "Do you want to top me - or do you want me to top?"

"Top?"

"Fuck you in the ass," replied the young man seriously. "It's up to you, really."

"It is?"

Asagi was floored. Never before had heard of this before - asking... It made him dazed and light-headed.

To choose...

"I've never... I never am... on top..." whispered Asagi bashfully. "I - I..." He turned his head to the side, hoping that the young one wouldn't laugh at him for his obvious stupidity. Asagi's face turned a delightful pink.

"Would you like to try?"

"I could?"

"Sure."

"Could we do both ways?" asked Asagi shyly.

The young man grinned.

"Of course. That's really the best way."

-0-0-0-

"You're telling me that you were in Mirage - with Kisaki-san?" Ruiza repeated with amazement - floored by the strange coincidence.

"Yeah. Disbanded and all - and Ayame still's carrying the scars of disappointment, of course. But who wouldn't be... why? You know the bastard - excuse me, the great man?" Akira snorted.

"Well..." Ruiza hesitated. "I'm from Syndrome. His current band... he said he was hanging with someone from Mirage today in fact. And I guess it was you guys? What are the odds?"

"Slim to none," Ayame replied promptly, making a face. "I wouldn't go near him with a ten-foot chopstick."

"Now that makes no sense..." Akira laughed. "But so true..."

"So... anyone else from Mirage in town?"

"Maybe... but unlikely..." Ayame shook his head. "We don't keep tabs on each other much anymore. But I could swear we're the only ones in town... why?"

"Ah... nothing..."

Ruiza was stunned. Kisaki lied.

He lied. Not that he hasn't lied to us before - but about such a small thing! What was he doing? Cheating on Asagi? Oh kami! What if he's cheating on Asagi? The poor thing! And... he's trying so hard!!! The bastard!!! I need to get Shion on this and get to the bottom of this or -

"Wait a minute! You just said you liked someone who is being fucked by your band owner..." Akira's eyes were too sharp for Ruiza's taste.

Fuck, Ruiza thought, panicked. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"It's probably the vocalist," sighed Ayame. "It's okay, friend. Your secret is safe with us. We've been there, done that. And we got out to boot. So we understand. You heard about Tatsuya? Same thing... It's his... MO, ya know?"

Akira finished his cig with style and nodded as he added, "The poor bastard is probably wanting out - but last thing we'll do is get him in trouble with K-sama."

The man cocked his head at the vocalist for Adeil. And Ruiza.

"Wanna dance?"

-0-0-0-

Asagi's fingernails bit down into soft skin as his erection slowly and carefully was encased in the young man's tight, warm entrance. He nearly came from the tightness alone - and Asagi was glad for the lube that Kisaki had told him to carry about always.

When it is done roughly - it must also hurt, he thought. Every time Kisaki skimps on the lube - it can't just hurt for me... He must be more of a sadist than I thought, sighed Asagi. Just like me to get the psychos instead of the nice normal ones...

"Don't worry," gasped the young man groaning softly. "I'm not made of glass -"

"But you're -"

"That's cause you're turning me on... and you'll turn me on even more if you hit me just right inside."

Asagi blushed remembering all the times that Kisaki liked to play with him - hitting him right on that sweet spot that made him a puddle of pliable goo in the man's hand. Or sometimes, failing to arouse the vocalist on purpose - finding only enjoyment for himself.

"Yo."

"S-S-Sorry..." whispered Asagi. "I know I'm doing badly..."

Like you'd be good at something like this, sniffed Kisaki in his mind - like a ghost that refused to leave its haunting place. You have uke stamped all over you. Just give it up already... it's almost painful to watch...

"No - it's just.... you went tense there and I was worried -"

"No. No. I just... was remembering..."

"Think only about me," gasped the young man as Asagi finally filled him in a most satisfactory manner.

Amazingly, the young man was right. Once Asagi focused on the moment at hand, he found that all thoughts of Kisaki fled his mind. For once, he wasn't worried about what the man thought - what condition his voice was in - whether he would be on tune during the next event - whether his next costume would be sexy or modest... He didn't care about what his band mates thought. Syndrome watching him on the TV didn't even matter anymore.

Magnum-sama's eyes. Mana-sama's eyes. Kisaki's eyes. Ruiza's eyes. These all faded in the white light of desire and passion.

The rhythm that he found with his lover was instinctual and just as sensual. Slow and carefully, building and stoking a fire in him so quickly. His hands found the young man's cock and stroked the long, hard erection until both of their cocks seeped pre-cum. Asagi kissed along the man's back and shoulders - up his neck - he sucked hard on the young man's neck, leaving behind a love mark. Emboldened by his lover's responsive cries, Asagi's pace increased - and his hand tightened around the young man's cock, bringing both to climax one after the other.

They lay there, spent and breathless.

"Give me a moment - and we'll do that again," smiled the young man, his brown-red hair flopping over his eyes roguishly.

Asagi could only nod.

-0-0-0-

On the dance floor, after two more drinks, Ruiza was having the time of his life. After all, the next best thing to the horizontal tango was the vertical dirty dancing he was enjoying on the dance floor. With the two men behind him, Ruiza pressed up against the front of tall beauty. It didn't matter anymore.

Not really, anyway, he thought. Asagi. Kisaki. The rest of them... They don't matter in this moment...

A pierced lip moved along his cheek - the metal feeling foreign against his skin. A tall young man with a cheeky grin bent down to kiss the short guitarist - and Ruiza responded enthusiastically.

This was a night for him. And he would take it.

-0-0-0-

Kisaki was put out. He didn't regret what he did - what he did regret was that he hadn't gone after Asagi. After all, the vocalist was under his care - and was his.

Kami knows what the stupid shit is up to now, Kisaki sighed, feeling the tension he had just gotten rid of that morning build up again. Probably thinks that he's going to one up on me by going off to some low dive and getting laid by some punk who doesn't even recognize his worth.

Huh.

An hour later, Kisaki had to admit that Asagi wasn't such a stupid piece of shit after all. Annoyance and boredom was finally taking his toll - and the bassist felt like a child who had been forgotten in a hide-and-seek game. He was it - and no one was coming out of hiding. It wasn't just annoying - but it was galling - to face the fact:

Asagi was addictive.

Annoying Fact Number Two: His drug was missing.

Fuck.

Another hour later, Kisaki felt like beating the shit out of the person who was holding his drug out on him. Phoning Asagi twice had done nothing - except send him straight to voice mail - which was Asagi chirpily telling him to leave a message and wait for his return call.

Fuck this, Kisaki thought morosely, wanting to call the police and hunt the tall, dark vocalist down and find him and cuff him to his bed and give him the attention he deserved - after putting him under house arrest for a week. He should be here. I should be fucking him three ways to Sunday...

"And he will be," he said aloud to himself into the silence, smiling at the memory of Asagi's face. He turned on the TV, the sound of Asagi's soft cries already soothing his nerves. "He will come back. He will always come."

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