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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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Thanks to ASP for their lyrics. As usual, this is fanfiction, which means it is NOT real! No payment for this either!

Dangerous Play

Chapter 7: Weak vs. Strong

"I have been weak - but now I'm stronger... And I want you so!"

Ruiza slipped into the main lobby for the reputable VK magazine Shoxx. It was tiny and a little crowded - a band was obviously waiting to for the start of their interview. Ruiza smiled at a familiar face - waved at the secretary - and hunched in the corner.

"Can I help you?" asked the young secretary, as she hung up her phone.

"Just waiting for a friend," explained the blond guitarist.

Sure enough, two minutes later, a slender man threaded through the crush and jerked on Ruiza's arm. The two men squeezed out of the small lobby and into the busy hallway outside.

"First. Lunch." said the editor abruptly.

"Yes, yes," sighed Ruiza, knowing the impatience of a man's stomach.

After finding a suitably cheap cafe, the two men sat down for lunch companionably. After ordering a bowl of ramen, Ruiza relaxed against the worn seat of the booth they occupied.

"So, what did you want?" asked the editor (better known as Yusuke, to his friends). "An interview?"

"You know that's off limits until Kisaki is ready for it," Ruiza sighed. "Talk to the boss... I'm sure he'd like it."

"We'll see..."

"Hm."

"So you just nabbed me for dinner because of my pretty face?" laughed Yusuke.

"Well..."

"I thought so."

"It's a band mate. I figured you'd be the man to have contacts ."

"Words are coming out - but the man is not speaking sense," the editor noted to himself.

Two bowls of ramen arrived. The men dug in, twirling their chopsticks expertly.

"Ibs athabi m wuweeth abut," Ruiza said indistinctly around a mouthful of ramen.

"More nonsense is spewing out," chuckled Yusuke.

"Sorry. It's Asagi I'm worried about."

Yusuke looked at Ruiza warily.

"You are falling for your new vocalist already? Wow. That's fast. Perhaps you are out to break a new record..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" glared Ruiza.

"It took you a month to fall in love with Tatsuya... and come to me for help... I'm guessing this is no different..."

Ruiza sighed.

"I just need some names and numbers."

"Well... fine. But this is kinda pathetic, you know?"

"Yeah - well... what can I do?" Ruiza shook his head mournfully.

"I don't know - change? Stop being an idiot? Be honest with the poor man?"

Ruiza opened his mouth to protest. It wasn't his fault that Kisaki was practically raping Asagi. Then he remembered who Yusuke really was - and shut his mouth. That way lay to disaster for sure.

"Please?"

"Sure, sure... The dude's name is Asagi?"

"Hmmm..."

"Haven't heard of him..."

"New - kind of... from Je*Reviens and Balsamic..."

"I see.... Okay..."

Yusuke scrawled the information into his notepad and sighed.

"I'll get it to you by tomorrow morning. You owe me."

"Two lunches."

"Five."

"Three."

"Done."

"Great."

-0-0-0-

Everyone assumed he was in love - and it was annoying to Ruiza. Sure he thought Asagi was a beautiful, mysterious - kind-hearted man. And a great vocalist to boot. When Asagi sang, Ruiza felt as though that were the only voice he could hear in the world. He was sure that Asagi's voice was unique. No one in the VK industry could pull that operatic voice off.

The breathy syllables - the soaring notes - the rumbling bass - the harsh screaming and splendid vibrato (although Asagi was always working to eradicate it) - placed Asagi in a whole world apart from everyone else. Ruiza believed that.

So was he obsessing and in love? Or did he genuinely care about a human being?

Even Ruiza couldn't say.

As he sat down with Ken-san, Asagi's ex-bandmate from Balsamic, Ruiza wondered yet again if Yusuke was right.

Why AM I here?

"I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions about Asagi-san?" Ruiza asked the musician sitting across from him in the out-of-the-way teashop the two men had set up as their rendezvous.

"Asagi? What about him? How's the kid doing?"

"Well..." Ruiza replied slowly, trying to process the image of Asagi as a 'kid'. "Great. He's our new, um, vocalist - for our band."

Ken blinked.

"He's causing you trouble or something? That's not like him..."

"No. No. Not at all. I was just wanting to ask some questions about him - because he joined us rather suddenly - and I never met him before... we travelled in different circles..." Ruiza petered off vaguely.

"Ah... well. Not much to write home about - I mean... well," Ken chuckled with obvious nostalgia. "Cute laugh, killer body, hypersensitive and aware, self-conscious, diligent, workaholic, the most unique voice in the world and very shy... What more can I say? You get to know people while on tour... but with Asagi, well, he's a private person. I always got the feeling that he's hiding something. That one was an enigma..."

"I see..."

"Still. Is he in trouble or something? He's a little naive that way..."

"Uh............"

Ruiza hesitated, remembering Asagi's empty eyes when he had slipped into practice one day - after disappearing off the face of the earth for four days. He had hardly talked - instead pouring his energies into Singing - and then the vocalist had slipped out as early as possible, murmuring apologies.

"I was ill," Asagi had said.

But Ruiza's days in the Johnny industry had taught him almost anything one could know about body language. Asagi was stiff and still in pain from something. It wasn't hard for Ruiza's active imagination to guess.

"It's... well... I just kinda... was curious... about Asagi's proclivities..." Ruiza mumbled.

"Proclivities?" Ken drawled. "That's a big word."

"Well... what kinds of things does he go for? I mean... what would you think if you saw Asagi involved in... er... dangerous play?"

Ken's eyebrows climbed just a little. Startled.

"If you mean S and M or Doms and Subs, I'd be, well... shocked. I mean, this is Asagi we are talking about. Tall, cute, big-nosed - cute giggle..."

"Yep..." Ruiza slid over a picture of Asagi smiling at the camera. Behind his head, you could see Kisaki giving the vocalist bunny ears.

"Cute..." Ken smiled fondly. "As always... but a little less innocent, I think..."

"You can tell?"

"Yeah..." Ken replied softly. "It's always in the eyes. What bastard did it to him?"

"Can't say," answered Ruiza honestly.

"It's hard to imagine... He was always... innocent, naive - a little. Seeing the world, as it were through hopeful, rose-coloured glasses... as they say. You know... an incurable romantic and someone who believed in happily ever after. He thinks there's a beautiful one out there for him... More than likely a girl, too... Because of that, he came off as being... otherworldly or untouchable... I mean, most guys, you look at and just can see them wanking off or watching a stripper... but Asagi..."

"Know what you mean," sighed Ruiza.

"Makes me wonder what he's like when he's down to earth and crawling in the muck like everyone else..."

Ruiza knew that there was only one other person in the world who could answer that question - beside Asagi himself.

-0-0-0-

"Oh, hey, Tatsuya," Ruiza smiled into the phone later on that evening. "How's it going? Been meaning to call you..."

"Life's going fine. I just wanted to find out how things are."

"Going well. Busy - as always... You?"

"I'm almost back to my original rambunctious self. How's the demon boss doing? Got another prey in sight already?"

"More or less. The new vocalist."

"No shit."

"Yeah."

"So... what are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna tell him how you feel?"

"I'm not in love with Asagi, Tatsu-san."

"No, dumbass. I'm talking about you - are you gonna confront Kisaki? Or no?"

"I don't know... I'm scared shitless to be honest."

"Aren't we all?"

There was a moment's silence, and then -

"So... you are in love with Asagi, then?"

"No. Yes. I don't know..." Ruiza sighed. "I'm afraid... I just can't afford to fall for someone again - when I know that it's gonna be killed by a super long wait."

"Sorry about that," Tatsuya murmured over the phone.

"No. It's okay. It's over..."

"And this new guy..."

"Is... well... sweet and beautiful like a rose... and just as delicate, I think. But there's something in him - a quality of mystery and untouchable... I don't know... it's a real turn on. I think HE enjoys dragging it through the mud - isn't that the turn on... humiliation?"

"I guess...." Tatsuya seemed uncertain. "It wasn't always like that, Ruiza. You make it sound like he's some sort of ogre... but he does take care of his interests. If Asagi wants to, he can walk away..."

"I suppose."

"Trust me on this. If Asagi has any self-respect, he'll say 'no' eventually and leave. Like I did. He'll make his own way, if he's a big boy."

"That's a lot of ifs."

"Not my fault."

"Hmmm..."

-0-0-0-

"Hello... Asagi?"

"Ruiza."

"Kisaki! Oh!" Ruiza pulled his cell away from his ear and checked the number again. "Um... I called Asagi..."

"He's here."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Well... he's kinda... tied up at the moment and can't come to the phone."

Ruiza broke out into a sweat.

Tied up means what... exactly?

"Ruiza..."

"Oh sorry - what?"

"I said, do you want me take a message for you?"

Ruiza's ear strained to catch any kind of sound - but other than the sound of some rustling, he couldn't hear anything suspicious like moaning.

"Um... I just wanted to talk. Where are you guys anyways?"

"Ruiza. It's one in the morning. We're at home - having some quality time - so if you don't mind..."

"Oh, yes. Sorry... Can you ask Asagi to bring that book back he borrowed from me?"

"I'll be sure to pass it along," Kisaki replied smoothly.

Something creaked and there was some more rustling.

"He'll get the message," continued the manager for Syndrome. "And will bring the book back in the morning."

"Thanks, um, Kisaki. Good night," Ruiza weakly said.

"Goodnight," Kisaki replied emphatically and hung up.

Ruiza slumped back in his bed and sighed.

Yep. I have it hard. No denying it...

-0-0-0-

"It was Ruiza," Kisaki grinned over at his newest sex toy.

Said sex toy was barely clad in a skimpy piece of red-lace panties. The strings of the matching camisole had slid off Asagi's shoulder - dangling wantonly off a pale shoulder marked only by a rose tattoo. Hands crossed and cuffed over his head, ankles spread apart, Asagi perked up - shifting uneasily in his restraints.

"Not that I'm just going to let you go because he called," chuckled the bassist darkly, clambering onto the bed to get closer to his prey. Long fingers stroked the bared underside of Asagi's ribs. The vocalist huffed behind his ball gag, the skin tightening as Kisaki's touch tickled and pleased.

"You are on a diet or something?" asked Kisaki pleasantly. "I can count your ribs. And your pelvis is like a beautiful mountain..."

A nail scratched hard along Asagi's hip, drawing blood. Kisaki watched the red bead slide along the deepened scratch - and drew another red line across it. Asagi's moans behind the gag aroused Kisaki - and the obvious pain which drew the vocalist's eyebrows together. The bassist wondered if Asagi's arousal was now only sustained by the cock ring which was splendidly secured around the vocalist's genitalia.

For several minutes, Kisaki built his desire by pinching, biting, kissing - until Asagi was more or less sobbing with arousal. Drawing out a short riding crop, Kisaki patterned Asagi's buttocks prettily with sweet thin lines of bruising. As the welts rose on the pale skin, he sighed in even more increasing pleasure. Carefully lubing his fingers, he stretched Asagi's tight entrance and then slid inside the man's tight warmth with a heavy groan. Rocking back and forth, ignoring the cries of pain from Asagi - who felt the pressure even worse on his still bound arms - Kisaki thrust deeper into the vocalist. He must have hit Asagi's sweet spot - because the man began to respond back despite his obvious discomfort. When Kisaki came, Asagi choked on a strangled cry behind his gag.

After a few moments of boneless relaxing against Asagi, Kisaki removed his weight from the now slumped Asagi. Cleaning himself only took a few minutes. As soon as he was done, he uncuffed the softly moaning vocalist. Sitting back on the bed, with Asagi kneeling between his legs, Kisaki watched the vocalist revive a little.

"Remove the gag," he commanded softly.

Fingers fumbled at the straps - but eventually Asagi managed to gain enough control to pull the gag away. Leather dangled from his hands - his head dipped in heavy arousal and embarrassment. Kisaki smirked.

"Touch yourself," Kisaki's voice jerked the vocalist to attention. "Run your hands through your hair, down your neck, over your nipples."

Uncertainly, Asagi followed Kisaki's instructions.

"Pinch them. Look at me. Know that you're being... watched..."

Asagi's breath came faster - his cheeks turning a light pink at the awareness of Kisaki's gaze. The vocalist's cock twitched even more.

"Run your hands down your ribs, pushing up your camisole. Mmm... back around, touch those pale buttocks of yours..."

Kisaki watched with delight as Asagi's lips parted in a soft moan.

"Around, down your thighs and then back up."

The vocalist's body tensed in anticipation. Kisaki let him wait for half a second.

"Touch your cock. Run your fingers up and down it's hard length. You're so hard. You want me to look at you, don't you? Answer me." "Y-y-yes, Kisaki...sama..." whispered Asagi, his voice catching with need.

"Scrape your nails along it's length. Keep your eyes on me!"

Asagi's breaths were now deep and heavy - moans and panting. His eyes begged for release, but Kisaki was busy watching the man's trembling hands.

"Wrap your hands around the shaft and flick the head. Start to pump."

Although the vocalist followed the instructions, Kisaki could see it was only fear of him that kept him from collapsing on the spot. It made him feel incredibly happy - to see Asagi like that -

How can it be wrong? He wondered.

"What do you want, little one?"

"Please..." Asagi was barely coherent now.

Leaning forward, Kisaki undid the last restraints around Asagi's flesh - and watched as Asagi climaxed onto the sheets and his hands. It was beautiful and honouring to be able to see that final release - that moment of vulnerability when the vocalist seemed as earthy and real as the brown soil the rest of humanity walked on. The scrunched up face was actually rather adorable, to Kisaki's eye.

Asagi finished himself off carefully before bonelessly collapsing on the bed, just barely holding back tears.

Kisaki smiled.

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