Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of happily ever after? - 3/3 - AoiXRuki
Title: Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of happily ever after?
Chapter: 3/3
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 007: Can You Keep a Secret? - Utada Hikaru @ 50stories
Rating: R / NC-17
Genre: AU, drama
Warnings: manXman smex, (failed) attempt at humor, and as always, un-beta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: My infamous PSC-Take-Over plan goes into stage 2, where the infamous team plots an infamous kidnapping! Now if only they scheduled a tour to our city… *sighs*
Summary: In his line of job, Ruki had always believed that when a couple made an oath in the face of God to stay together, they were supposed stay together. After all, wasn’t that what ‘Until death do us part’ was all about? But then an overly glamorous drama queen came dragging her stunningly handsome husband into Ruki’s office; what would happen to Ruki’s belief then?
Comments: Part three and the last of the epic infotainment-inspired story! I'm unusually quick, naa~ XDDD
Let me give you some keywords related to this chapter: “PURPLE SOFA” and “TIE”. Yes. Do read if that intrigues you.
By the way, listen to Pussycat Dolls - ‘Button’ while you’re at it *LOL*
Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of
happily ever after?
== Chapter 3 ==
Despite the heartlessness of it all, Ruki thought that the look on Shiroyama Izumi’s face was just priceless. Half expecting the gigantic, golden framed sunglasses to fall off her nose, Ruki watched the woman in front of him gaping so wide that it was almost repulsive to see; he had already expected some kind of a dramatic response out of her-knowing her as ever the drama queen-but after a minute or so, she was still gaping that way that Ruki felt urged to ask whether or not she was alright. The papers, splayed on the desk between them, were left abandoned while a glaring contest occurred: at one side there was the woman dressed in a mixture of turquoise and yellow (and at least half a dozen of other colors) while at the other side was the man ever dressed in black.
Ruki propped his chin with his hand and sighed. It was only moments ago when Shiroyama Yuu threw the brown folder onto Ruki’s desk-the folder in which were contained, as Shiroyama Yuu had plainly announced, the divorce papers he wanted his wife (future ex-wife, in this matter) to sign. This was the surprise of the day, and Ruki honestly hadn’t been expecting it, at least not this soon. Sure now he could see the whole matter much more clearly, having been there to witness (and become the victim or some sorts of) Shiroyama Yuu’s true nature, and there was no way for him to think that this marriage or whatever doom the Shiroyamas had between them was going to last any longer. But he felt just as betrayed; well, maybe a little bit less than what Shiroyama Izumi must’ve felt, to think that he had never been given an earlier notice, when he saw that the whole legal matters had been taken care of. The least that his client could’ve done was to contact him before he took things to his own hands, but he didn’t, and Ruki, inevitably, felt kind of useless and left behind.
“Just sign them already,” Shiroyama Yuu huffed, looking as impatient as a man could be, “Save me the time and effort.”
Ruki peered at the man who had just spoken and felt fear creeping up his spines; what did he mean by that? Was he trying to say that, if his wife refused to sign the papers, he’d do whatever it might take to make her sign them? Ruki might’ve never heard a story related to it, but there should’ve been some kind of a dark background behind a man who was running several big companies and had stayed rich, healthy and perfectly alive amongst the horror named business competition.
Shiroyama Izumi, in the mean time, looked as if a blood vessel had burst in her head and now her face looked so red Ruki thought it could blow up anytime soon.
“I don’t want to!” she finally shrieked-and Ruki was awfully tempted to cover his ears with his hand. With one abrupt movement, she swept the papers on the desk until they flew off the folder, but luckily none of them was ripped due to the violence she had done to them.
Ruki jumped in. “Please calm down, Mrs. Shiroyama,” he said, half-sighing, “And Mr. Shiroyama… it would’ve been better if you consulted this to me firsthand.”
“I thought I’d already told you I would have it taken care of by Monday?” replied Shiroyama Yuu, “Don’t you also think this is the best thing to do, Matsumoto-san…?”
The smirk on his face and the tone he used when he drawled Ruki’s name gave Ruki the shivers; as they all say, actions speak more length than words, and Ruki knew what the heck Shiroyama Yuu was implying about even without confirming it. After all, Friday night hadn’t been that long ago, and even the bruises and love-marks on Ruki’s body hadn’t faded just yet, giving Ruki all the reason he needed to nod his head, approving what Shiroyama Yuu had just asked him.
“But-but, Matsumoto-san, you can’t just say that this-THIS,” the wife grabbed the pieces of paper from the table, flailing it to and fro angrily, “Is the right conclusion!”
Again, Ruki sighed, feeling rather desperate dealing with the woman in front of him; unavoidably, he considered about his last resort, and whether or not it was appropriate for him to be saying it out loud. “Well, you see, Mrs. Shiroyama…” Ruki started, contemplating the less-offending words to say to Shiroyama Izumi, but before Ruki could continue, he got cut off.
“Allow me, please,” Shiroyama Yuu huffed, drawing everyone’s attention to him, “I’m GAY, Izumi, in case you’ve been way too blind or retarded to know that. Three years. Three years, and even an idiot should’ve known already that I pick guys over girls.”
The silence that came over them was quite hilarious, if Ruki may say so. He could see the drastic change that took place on Shiroyama Izumi’s face: from the reddish nuance she had on, to the deathly pale (if not a little green) that colored her complexion now; her mouth was gaping open even wider than before (until Ruki thought he could see the cavities on her tooth) and the papers she had been holding fell off her grasp and down to the floor. She was making short, incomprehensible noises that sounded almost as if there was a rat stuck somewhere in her throat; Ruki was seriously tempted to take a peek and see if his suspicions had been right all along-despite how ridiculous (and revolting) it may seem for a woman to be having something like living mice for breakfast.
Shiroyama Yuu, though, didn’t look as if he was fazed by a little bit, as he pulled out his cell phone and started dialing numbers-acting as if there wasn’t a poodle from outer space (or so Ruki liked to think of Shiroyama Izumi’s appearance today-with her newly permed hair and those gigantic sunglasses) gaping at his direction.
“Yes,” mumbled Shiroyama Yuu to his phone, “Get to the ninth floor and ask for Matsumoto-san’s office, pick my wife-my ex-wife, I mean-and drive her home.”
He hung up, slipped the phone back into his pocket and then looked at the woman sitting beside him again. “Now, would you sign the papers?” he asked casually, as if everything he had just informed her had been a normal, everyday topic.
===
Fifteen minutes later Ruki’s office was finally peaceful.
It was hell, to put it simply. Shiroyama Izumi had successfully proven that not only she looked brutal, she also acted brutal-more than what Ruki had earlier thought she was capable of. The Shiroyama’s chauffeur-the guy Shiroyama Yuu had called previously-had given his all just to try and grab her; quite amazing, Ruki thought, because that guy was quite huge and muscled while Shiroyama Izumi was a small woman. Then again it wasn’t a matter of body size, because she knew damn well on how to utilize those bizarre stuffs she was wearing as weapons and nothing was more dangerous than a fully armed, psychotic woman going desperate. At one point, Ruki witnessed one of her big-ribbon decorated shoes fly through the air and then at another point, those golden framed sunglasses; she also had managed to stab the chauffeur with her nails (they’re fake, by the way) and bite the guy on his arm to free herself, kicking Ruki’s precious lamp pole down during her tantrum. Ruki felt as if he had been trapped in one of those scenes in King Kong movie where the giant gorilla was making a riot in the middle of the city-things being thrown up into the air and people getting crunched under its feet-until his secretary finally barged in through the entrance door, bringing a couple of security guys to help cool things down and drag the manic woman outside.
Sighing when he got up from his chair, Ruki walked towards the victimized lamp pole and kneeled beside it; it hadn’t done anything wrong, but yet it had to go through such brutality. Ruki inspected it; the light bulb itself was broken-pieces of glass scattering around the crime scene-but thankfully the lovely pole wasn’t badly injured. This, aside from his purple sofa, was one of his favorite furniture and he’d hate it if it had been busted beyond help.
“Why are you still here?” Ruki asked, unable to hold back the bitterness in his voice as he looked up from where he was kneeling and found Shiroyama Yuu standing there; his arms were folded on his chest and he was staring at Ruki. It was all because of him-him and that spouse from hell he had come with-that Ruki’s office and probably his entire life were damaged now.
For a moment Ruki almost believed that Shiroyama Yuu looked hurt due to the cold attitude he had showed him; but then he thought to himself, a man like Shiroyama Yuu shouldn’t have pity for others, so why on earth would he pity Ruki? With all his dark and menacing confidence, Shiroyama walked towards him, stopping just one step short before colliding onto Ruki. He leaned down-and Ruki was wondering why he suddenly felt mute, unable to say a word in the presence of the other man-and slowly, took the end of Ruki’s tie into his grip.
“Why so unfriendly all of a sudden, Matsumoto-san?” the man murmured, twirling the tie between his fingers and in the same time, driving Ruki crazy with the proximity-too close, yet still too far for Ruki’s liking.
Shiroyama Yuu tugged Ruki’s tie, coaxing him without words to get up from his knees, which, oddly, Ruki obeyed without hesitation. Ruki found himself being pulled closer until he was close enough that he could feel Shiroyama’s belt buckle poking against his stomach; close enough that he could smell the cigarette Shiroyama must’ve smoked just before the session started. As if automatically, he shut his eyes closed when he felt Shiroyama dragging his lips across his cheek-heartbeat escalating to the peak, blood speeding through his body, Ruki suspected this was going to be Friday night all over again, and whether he liked it or not, he just couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Now you know what devil I’ve had to live with for years,” Shiroyama whispered into his ear, successfully making Ruki shiver, “Why should I spend another minute longer with that monster…” He pressed his lips onto Ruki’s neck, “…when I can spend it with you instead?”
However stubborn Ruki had chosen to be, his intention to remain as a decent marriage consultant-who was supposed to help his clients to mend their marriages, not to get sexually involved with them-crumbled like Berlin wall in the midst of crisis, and there was nothing left of it but ashes. Ruki moaned and pressed more firmly onto Shiroyama’s body when he felt Shiroyama’s hand sliding down his body, a couple of fingers dipping between Ruki’s belt and stomach, teasing Ruki with infinite possibilities-possibilities of these touches going lower and onto places he’d love them to be, but it was only if Ruki allowed them to. Burying his nose into the crook of Shiroyama’s neck, Ruki whimpered; he knew full well that he was currently breaking all the rules he had abode with his entire life, but he also knew that there were moments when he had to choose between being a saint and a sinner. And now, if he ever settled with being a saint-which meant that he should kick Shiroyama Yuu out of his office and pass everything that man had had to offer him-he knew he’d be regretting it in his every waking hour and with every breath he took.
“I believe…” Shiroyama Yuu drawled lazily-sexily, “I still have thirty more minutes of my session, haven’t I?”
Ruki looked up at him, immediately felt intimidated, but yet craving for the intimidation that was just vivid in those orbs of darkness. His frustration (due to the chaos that had just taken place) dispersed into the whirlpool named lust that just started to spin inside his body, spreading the effect throughout his every cell. Thirty minutes was all they had, but thirty minutes could expand to a very promising future, filled with repetition or maybe even experimentation in this so called ‘field of work’; Ruki just had to play it right and they’d be having a lot of other thirty minutes after today.
Again, Shiroyama Yuu tugged on his tie-and Ruki felt just like a pet on a leash, having to obey whatever his master wanted him to do. He felt hot, undeniably, being put in the position where he had to be submissive-for any other people, Ruki didn’t enjoy it much but in front of Shiroyama Yuu, it all happened almost naturally. Ruki followed Shiroyama’s backward steps-shivered when he watched the other man licked his lips-and before he knew it, they had reached Ruki’s purple sofa. Shiroyama dropped himself onto the plush surface of the sofa, but put one hand to stop Ruki from following him; he let go of Ruki’s tie and smirked-the smirk that made Ruki’s knees go weak; the smirk that meant Ruki had to be ready for something overwhelming that was coming his way.
“I think I like seeing you with your tie on…” said Shiroyama Yuu, “But let’s take everything else off, shall we?”
Ruki watched as Shiroyama Yuu opened his legs wide; without any order being said out loud, Ruki dropped down to his knees and positioned himself between Shiroyama’s legs. He looked up and licked his lip, feeling the quiver going crazier inside his body when he saw how Shiroyama was looking expectantly at him, waiting for him to do what he had requested; so then, wasting not another minute, Ruki started stripping. His black jacket first, and then his black trousers. And next, with deliberate, calculated slowness he unbuttoned his shirt, one plastic button at a time, and in the mean time never breaking eye contact between them.
It was strange, but he had a feeling that, even if he wasn’t physically undressing, those eyes that were focused on him could undress him just the same, although mentally. Scary as it might sound but this man could dig into people’s brain just with one look.
His office room was cold, Ruki thought later on, when everything he had been wearing before was now strewn all over the carpeted floor, leaving nothing but his skin to bear with the air around him. Well, he still had his black tie on, circling around his neck, but it covered nothing, really. Ruki felt exposed, helpless, but he loved the prickling sensation running under his skin, knowing that it was the realization of being stared at. He could just feel those eyes roaming over his every inch, from top to bottom, not one spot left unattended. Yes, he definitely loved how Shiroyama was staring at him-him naked, more importantly-and he loved it even more how Shiroyama hummed with such lusty voice when he dragged his own hand down his body. Ruki shivered and shivered even more as he felt so aware and so sensitive all of a sudden; he rubbed his chest, stomach, and then slid his hand lower onto his cock-it twitched and Ruki moaned in pleasure. So soon, yet he felt like he was already burning in a circle of fire-so turned on like he had never felt before.
Shiroyama moved his legs again, opening them wider, and it was cue enough of what he wanted Ruki to do. Funny; how long had they known each other? No longer than three weeks (from the very first time the Shiroyamas walked into his office), but it felt like Ruki could tell what the other man desired even without asking. And then Shiroyama reached for Ruki’s tie again, tugging at it and making Ruki topple forward; it only took one gaze up to confirm his actions and then Ruki started nuzzling his mouth against Shiroyama’s crotch, opening his lips around the bulge that was formed there. He teased with his teeth, with his tongue as he poked against the still clothed erection, and pleasantly, Shiroyama moaned.
Shiroyama Yuu, normally, was a hot guy. Turned on and full of lust, he was beyond hot.
And so Ruki anchored himself up, one hand slipping behind Shiroyama’s hips and the other getting busy with unzipping the man’s pants. To think again, it was quite a sarcastic joke, recalling that he hadn’t had time to have breakfast this morning; he was hungry, but hunger could be implied to more than one condition, couldn’t it? Anyhow, Ruki was undeniably hungry-hungry of Shiroyama Yuu-and nothing was going to stop him from quenching his desire.
Not long after, he had pulled out the other man’s cock from his pants, and was currently relishing the sight with his eyes. Another tug on his tie and Ruki gasped, hurriedly pressing his lips on the head of Shiroyama’s cock-that twitched under his ministrations. Ruki bowed his head slightly, slid out his tongue from his mouth and placed the tip on the base of the other’s cock, and then, very, very slowly, dragged it up until he met the head. He circled his tongue around it for a moment before he let it slip into his mouth, and when he did, Ruki hummed. This, apparently, sparked the other into reacting; Shiroyama groaned and bucked up his hips, causing his cock to enter deeper into Ruki’s mouth, which Ruki took in without complaint. He started to bob his head up and down, getting used to the quite lovely taste of Shiroyama invading his mouth, and sucked lightly here and there. At one point he let the length slip out of his mouth again, and licked at the head-Ruki was staring straight at Shiroyama at this point, and what he saw, he liked.
“Thirty minutes, Matsumoto-san…” Shiroyama warned, and although his voice quivered, the notice was clear. Ruki didn’t have the time to play slow and despite he would like to prolong whatever time they had, he couldn’t. So Ruki put the other’s cock back into his mouth, and began sucking with all that he’d got.
“While you’re at it, prepare yourself for me.”
And even without looking, Ruki could just sense the smirk in Shiroyama’s voice. It was probably that the other man was used to being in control-him owning a dozen or more companies and all-and based on the way he kept ordering Ruki around, it came only as expected for people to do whatever he said, and he didn’t seem like the type who would take no for an answer. The case wasn’t all that different with Ruki, at the moment, where he couldn’t find a single piece of objection coming from within, although obviously he was being treated like a slave-a sex slave, in this matter. No, even when Ruki gave it a second thought, he didn’t mind a thing; and not another minute of hesitation, a couple of fingers slipped in between his lips, curling along with his tongue around Shiroyama’s now hard cock, and when he thought they were slicked enough, Ruki brought his hand down low.
He couldn’t help but twitch and moan-right against Shiroyama’s cock-when his own finger entered him. He heard Shiroyama hiss; saw him hissing as he opened his eyes and looked up at him, immediately knowing that this man-or rather, this devil sitting in front of him with all his glory, was truly everything and more that Ruki could never gain from those stupid, cheap porn movies. Shiroyama looked messy: his long hair draping over his face-sticking on his skin because of the sweat; his jacket had been thrown away to his side and he was currently unbuttoning his black, silk shirt-basically he looked thoroughly sexy, every movement he made screamed out hot, delicious sex and Ruki was going crazier by the minute. The blaze burning in those eyes made Ruki feel like he was a prey, life hanging by a thread, and there was nothing else to do but to expect the predator’s mercy.
Ruki dragged his teeth up Shiroyama’s length and took pleasure in how the other man whimpered; and at the same time, he curled his fingers inside of him, hitting the exact spot he knew would bring him so much closer to the edge. Shiroyama’s cock slipped out of his mouth when Ruki threw his head up, eyes rolling up as the pleasure invaded his whole body-however he still remembered to keep his screaming at bay. Couldn’t really risk his secretary-who might’ve been eavesdropping outside, for all he knew-to hear more than she was allowed to. And then for a moment, Ruki forgot about Shiroyama as he kept fucking himself with his fingers, his body going into spasms as he repeatedly stroked his prostate.
He was brought back down to earth when, once again, Shiroyama tugged on his tie just like a leash, this time much harder than the ones before, until Ruki had to get up from the floor.
“Matsumoto-san, you’re not planning on leaving me behind in your… little fun, aren’t you?” his still-entitled client murmured against his lips as Ruki had positioned himself on the other’s lap; one more tug of his tie and Ruki’s lips latched onto Shiroyama’s-a ferocious kiss began and nothing less than a battle of lips and tongues took place. Ruki let the other’s tongue slip against his, following the lead he was given, and until minutes passed and he was out of breath, he never pulled back.
Shiroyama’s hands were all over him, and Ruki just couldn’t complain. He felt them touching his skin, greedily, almost as if he would’ve ripped them off of Ruki’s body if only that had been possible. Ruki was far off from the last shred of sanity when one of Shiroyama’s hands ended up toying with his left nipple while the other had plunged deep into Ruki’s body, pleasuring Ruki closely to the way he had pleasured himself. Mouth was sticking onto his neck like a leech, sucking the soul out of him and Ruki was clinging for dear life, begging like a whore would his customer.
Regretfully, Ruki lifted his hips up-he couldn’t exactly let those fingers continue, although they had been doing nothing but a very good job; he was on the edge, too close to the big fall, yet he couldn’t let those fingers bring him the completion he wanted-yearned for. Shiroyama locked him with his gaze, and like that, Ruki lowered himself down, groaning when Shiroyama’s cock entered him.
“Fuck…” Shiroyama cursed, but Ruki could barely comprehend what the word meant as he was flying halfway to eternal whiteness, having just taken the whole length into him. He stayed still for a while, until he felt a pair of hands grabbed his ass hard, and he heard Shiroyama order: “Move, Matsumoto-san.”
Ruki’s hand slid down Shiroyama’s exposed chest when he started moving, shifting his hips until he felt only the head of the other’s cock inside of him, before he moved down again. A long, breathy moan left his throat during this prior movement, and Ruki was very much unsure he could stay quiet if it continued like this. He wished, and would’ve done it already if only it hadn’t been so unethical, he could flash his middle finger to the world and tell his secretary to enjoy the show instead of worrying that she was eavesdropping. His boss wouldn’t like it much if he found out what the heck Ruki was doing in the middle of work, and not to mention, with one of his clients; so he could only hope that fat, old bastard would stay put in his office, playing mini golf or whatever else he preferred.
Ruki weaved his arms around Shiroyama’s neck and started his chosen rhythm-which contained a series of slow movements up and harsh, quick thrusts down; each and every time he tried to aim that cock inside of him so that it would hit the right spot, and it was always easier this way when he was doing most of the job. His forehead bumped against Shiroyama’s, but the slight pain didn’t bother him nor did it do Shiroyama Yuu, and Ruki kept on moving as if Armageddon was just at bay, ready to strike at them both. Shiroyama was kissing his neck, shoulder, whichever part of Ruki that was the closest to his mouth, biting when Ruki pressed nearer onto him. The pain emerging from the spot where Shiroyama was biting, sucking him told Ruki that there would be a new mark on him to be seen afterwards, but Ruki thought he might’ve not given a damn even if these marks were all over his body.
“Shiroyama-san…” Ruki moaned breathily when he felt Shiroyama’s nails digging into his flesh on his back; as a reaction Ruki pushed closer onto Shiroyama’s body, feeling a jolt run through his whole body when his cock was being pressed between their stomachs. He leaned down, tight enough that he earned the delicious pressure and moved right against Shiroyama’s body; gaining double pleasure both from Shiroyama’s cock hitting his prostate and his own cock rubbing against both their bodies.
At one moment, Ruki shot up his face towards the ceiling, his body arching forward, and right then Shiroyama pressed his lips onto his chest; and with that wondrous tongue of his, he made a wet track trailing over Ruki’s body-circling around Ruki’s left nipple-upward to Ruki’s neck, and finally pausing on Ruki’s lower lip, before he pushed it between Ruki’s lips. The saltiness of his own sweat invaded Ruki’s mouth when he licked at Shiroyama’s tongue-thus it was the clash of mouth against mouth again, still with Ruki moving up and down Shiroyama’s erection. It was nothing like some sweet, loving kiss between two love birds; theirs was rough, sloppy, filled with each of their own determination, yet it was definitely erotic… and it was exactly what Ruki liked.
At approximately 11.25-five minutes until his secretary would buzz him up and inform him of his next session-Ruki reached his heavenly heights; stars becoming supernovas right underneath his eyelids and his brain exploding into a giant puddle of mess inside his head, Ruki held his voice down the best that he could as his orgasm swept through him like a tidal wave. Something warm squirted from his cock between his and Shiroyama’s stomach (might’ve ruined Shiroyama’s shirt and pants with it, but who cares?) and his whole body tensed beyond control. Ruki panted, moaned and making high-pitched voices anywhere in between those two; his hips twitched in accordance to Shiroyama’s grip on his ass that was silently forcing him to keep moving. And so he moved a bit more, and not long after, with one thrust up of Shiroyama’s cock far and deep into him, Ruki could feel hot fluid flooding his inside.
The flight was dizzying and the descend was even more mystifying; all that Ruki knew next was Shiroyama’s hand on his waist-caressing almost lovingly, had Ruki believed they were in some other situation-and they were kissing again, this time slowly, gently in place of roughly, and Ruki thought his brains were stuck up there on the ceiling and there was no way he could gather them back together and place them back in his head. For a second he wondered where the hell this man had been all his life, and why he hadn’t met him sooner; randomly thinking about what sort of an awesome life they’d be living by now if only they had met sooner, Ruki kissed Shiroyama’s lips gently, one more time, before he regretfully slipped away from the man’s body.
But he hadn’t even gone as far as getting to his own two feet when Shiroyama tugged his tie again (white-stained tie, as it was now), making Ruki fall upon him. The words that Shiroyama whispered then to his ear, despite it being an overwhelming surprise, verified Ruki of a job well done. And Ruki smiled in satisfaction, although for this once, he had violated probably every code he had believed in, in the name of his profession.
Echoing in his brain was: “I’ll pick you up after work.”
=== The End ===
A/N:
· I honestly had nosebleeds writing this. Yep. Tissue, everyone? Or maybe blood transfusion?
· I hope this makes up for that backseat sex that I’ve so cruelly shortened XDDD
· Here’re the mental images I had of marriage-consultant! Ruki and rich-bastard! Aoi:
Ruki: The tie there gave me the inspiration *LOL*
Aoi: I wanted the all-black suit to look like this:
... but the hair and the way he stares to look like this:
· FYI, Ruki took the purple sofa and had it moved in to his apartment. XDDDD
My 50stories AoiXRuki project list is here
My other fanfics list is here
Chapter: 3/3
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 007: Can You Keep a Secret? - Utada Hikaru @ 50stories
Rating: R / NC-17
Genre: AU, drama
Warnings: manXman smex, (failed) attempt at humor, and as always, un-beta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: My infamous PSC-Take-Over plan goes into stage 2, where the infamous team plots an infamous kidnapping! Now if only they scheduled a tour to our city… *sighs*
Summary: In his line of job, Ruki had always believed that when a couple made an oath in the face of God to stay together, they were supposed stay together. After all, wasn’t that what ‘Until death do us part’ was all about? But then an overly glamorous drama queen came dragging her stunningly handsome husband into Ruki’s office; what would happen to Ruki’s belief then?
Comments: Part three and the last of the epic infotainment-inspired story! I'm unusually quick, naa~ XDDD
Let me give you some keywords related to this chapter: “PURPLE SOFA” and “TIE”. Yes. Do read if that intrigues you.
By the way, listen to Pussycat Dolls - ‘Button’ while you’re at it *LOL*
Whatever has happened to faith, love and the promise of
happily ever after?
== Chapter 3 ==
Despite the heartlessness of it all, Ruki thought that the look on Shiroyama Izumi’s face was just priceless. Half expecting the gigantic, golden framed sunglasses to fall off her nose, Ruki watched the woman in front of him gaping so wide that it was almost repulsive to see; he had already expected some kind of a dramatic response out of her-knowing her as ever the drama queen-but after a minute or so, she was still gaping that way that Ruki felt urged to ask whether or not she was alright. The papers, splayed on the desk between them, were left abandoned while a glaring contest occurred: at one side there was the woman dressed in a mixture of turquoise and yellow (and at least half a dozen of other colors) while at the other side was the man ever dressed in black.
Ruki propped his chin with his hand and sighed. It was only moments ago when Shiroyama Yuu threw the brown folder onto Ruki’s desk-the folder in which were contained, as Shiroyama Yuu had plainly announced, the divorce papers he wanted his wife (future ex-wife, in this matter) to sign. This was the surprise of the day, and Ruki honestly hadn’t been expecting it, at least not this soon. Sure now he could see the whole matter much more clearly, having been there to witness (and become the victim or some sorts of) Shiroyama Yuu’s true nature, and there was no way for him to think that this marriage or whatever doom the Shiroyamas had between them was going to last any longer. But he felt just as betrayed; well, maybe a little bit less than what Shiroyama Izumi must’ve felt, to think that he had never been given an earlier notice, when he saw that the whole legal matters had been taken care of. The least that his client could’ve done was to contact him before he took things to his own hands, but he didn’t, and Ruki, inevitably, felt kind of useless and left behind.
“Just sign them already,” Shiroyama Yuu huffed, looking as impatient as a man could be, “Save me the time and effort.”
Ruki peered at the man who had just spoken and felt fear creeping up his spines; what did he mean by that? Was he trying to say that, if his wife refused to sign the papers, he’d do whatever it might take to make her sign them? Ruki might’ve never heard a story related to it, but there should’ve been some kind of a dark background behind a man who was running several big companies and had stayed rich, healthy and perfectly alive amongst the horror named business competition.
Shiroyama Izumi, in the mean time, looked as if a blood vessel had burst in her head and now her face looked so red Ruki thought it could blow up anytime soon.
“I don’t want to!” she finally shrieked-and Ruki was awfully tempted to cover his ears with his hand. With one abrupt movement, she swept the papers on the desk until they flew off the folder, but luckily none of them was ripped due to the violence she had done to them.
Ruki jumped in. “Please calm down, Mrs. Shiroyama,” he said, half-sighing, “And Mr. Shiroyama… it would’ve been better if you consulted this to me firsthand.”
“I thought I’d already told you I would have it taken care of by Monday?” replied Shiroyama Yuu, “Don’t you also think this is the best thing to do, Matsumoto-san…?”
The smirk on his face and the tone he used when he drawled Ruki’s name gave Ruki the shivers; as they all say, actions speak more length than words, and Ruki knew what the heck Shiroyama Yuu was implying about even without confirming it. After all, Friday night hadn’t been that long ago, and even the bruises and love-marks on Ruki’s body hadn’t faded just yet, giving Ruki all the reason he needed to nod his head, approving what Shiroyama Yuu had just asked him.
“But-but, Matsumoto-san, you can’t just say that this-THIS,” the wife grabbed the pieces of paper from the table, flailing it to and fro angrily, “Is the right conclusion!”
Again, Ruki sighed, feeling rather desperate dealing with the woman in front of him; unavoidably, he considered about his last resort, and whether or not it was appropriate for him to be saying it out loud. “Well, you see, Mrs. Shiroyama…” Ruki started, contemplating the less-offending words to say to Shiroyama Izumi, but before Ruki could continue, he got cut off.
“Allow me, please,” Shiroyama Yuu huffed, drawing everyone’s attention to him, “I’m GAY, Izumi, in case you’ve been way too blind or retarded to know that. Three years. Three years, and even an idiot should’ve known already that I pick guys over girls.”
The silence that came over them was quite hilarious, if Ruki may say so. He could see the drastic change that took place on Shiroyama Izumi’s face: from the reddish nuance she had on, to the deathly pale (if not a little green) that colored her complexion now; her mouth was gaping open even wider than before (until Ruki thought he could see the cavities on her tooth) and the papers she had been holding fell off her grasp and down to the floor. She was making short, incomprehensible noises that sounded almost as if there was a rat stuck somewhere in her throat; Ruki was seriously tempted to take a peek and see if his suspicions had been right all along-despite how ridiculous (and revolting) it may seem for a woman to be having something like living mice for breakfast.
Shiroyama Yuu, though, didn’t look as if he was fazed by a little bit, as he pulled out his cell phone and started dialing numbers-acting as if there wasn’t a poodle from outer space (or so Ruki liked to think of Shiroyama Izumi’s appearance today-with her newly permed hair and those gigantic sunglasses) gaping at his direction.
“Yes,” mumbled Shiroyama Yuu to his phone, “Get to the ninth floor and ask for Matsumoto-san’s office, pick my wife-my ex-wife, I mean-and drive her home.”
He hung up, slipped the phone back into his pocket and then looked at the woman sitting beside him again. “Now, would you sign the papers?” he asked casually, as if everything he had just informed her had been a normal, everyday topic.
===
Fifteen minutes later Ruki’s office was finally peaceful.
It was hell, to put it simply. Shiroyama Izumi had successfully proven that not only she looked brutal, she also acted brutal-more than what Ruki had earlier thought she was capable of. The Shiroyama’s chauffeur-the guy Shiroyama Yuu had called previously-had given his all just to try and grab her; quite amazing, Ruki thought, because that guy was quite huge and muscled while Shiroyama Izumi was a small woman. Then again it wasn’t a matter of body size, because she knew damn well on how to utilize those bizarre stuffs she was wearing as weapons and nothing was more dangerous than a fully armed, psychotic woman going desperate. At one point, Ruki witnessed one of her big-ribbon decorated shoes fly through the air and then at another point, those golden framed sunglasses; she also had managed to stab the chauffeur with her nails (they’re fake, by the way) and bite the guy on his arm to free herself, kicking Ruki’s precious lamp pole down during her tantrum. Ruki felt as if he had been trapped in one of those scenes in King Kong movie where the giant gorilla was making a riot in the middle of the city-things being thrown up into the air and people getting crunched under its feet-until his secretary finally barged in through the entrance door, bringing a couple of security guys to help cool things down and drag the manic woman outside.
Sighing when he got up from his chair, Ruki walked towards the victimized lamp pole and kneeled beside it; it hadn’t done anything wrong, but yet it had to go through such brutality. Ruki inspected it; the light bulb itself was broken-pieces of glass scattering around the crime scene-but thankfully the lovely pole wasn’t badly injured. This, aside from his purple sofa, was one of his favorite furniture and he’d hate it if it had been busted beyond help.
“Why are you still here?” Ruki asked, unable to hold back the bitterness in his voice as he looked up from where he was kneeling and found Shiroyama Yuu standing there; his arms were folded on his chest and he was staring at Ruki. It was all because of him-him and that spouse from hell he had come with-that Ruki’s office and probably his entire life were damaged now.
For a moment Ruki almost believed that Shiroyama Yuu looked hurt due to the cold attitude he had showed him; but then he thought to himself, a man like Shiroyama Yuu shouldn’t have pity for others, so why on earth would he pity Ruki? With all his dark and menacing confidence, Shiroyama walked towards him, stopping just one step short before colliding onto Ruki. He leaned down-and Ruki was wondering why he suddenly felt mute, unable to say a word in the presence of the other man-and slowly, took the end of Ruki’s tie into his grip.
“Why so unfriendly all of a sudden, Matsumoto-san?” the man murmured, twirling the tie between his fingers and in the same time, driving Ruki crazy with the proximity-too close, yet still too far for Ruki’s liking.
Shiroyama Yuu tugged Ruki’s tie, coaxing him without words to get up from his knees, which, oddly, Ruki obeyed without hesitation. Ruki found himself being pulled closer until he was close enough that he could feel Shiroyama’s belt buckle poking against his stomach; close enough that he could smell the cigarette Shiroyama must’ve smoked just before the session started. As if automatically, he shut his eyes closed when he felt Shiroyama dragging his lips across his cheek-heartbeat escalating to the peak, blood speeding through his body, Ruki suspected this was going to be Friday night all over again, and whether he liked it or not, he just couldn’t stop it from happening.
“Now you know what devil I’ve had to live with for years,” Shiroyama whispered into his ear, successfully making Ruki shiver, “Why should I spend another minute longer with that monster…” He pressed his lips onto Ruki’s neck, “…when I can spend it with you instead?”
However stubborn Ruki had chosen to be, his intention to remain as a decent marriage consultant-who was supposed to help his clients to mend their marriages, not to get sexually involved with them-crumbled like Berlin wall in the midst of crisis, and there was nothing left of it but ashes. Ruki moaned and pressed more firmly onto Shiroyama’s body when he felt Shiroyama’s hand sliding down his body, a couple of fingers dipping between Ruki’s belt and stomach, teasing Ruki with infinite possibilities-possibilities of these touches going lower and onto places he’d love them to be, but it was only if Ruki allowed them to. Burying his nose into the crook of Shiroyama’s neck, Ruki whimpered; he knew full well that he was currently breaking all the rules he had abode with his entire life, but he also knew that there were moments when he had to choose between being a saint and a sinner. And now, if he ever settled with being a saint-which meant that he should kick Shiroyama Yuu out of his office and pass everything that man had had to offer him-he knew he’d be regretting it in his every waking hour and with every breath he took.
“I believe…” Shiroyama Yuu drawled lazily-sexily, “I still have thirty more minutes of my session, haven’t I?”
Ruki looked up at him, immediately felt intimidated, but yet craving for the intimidation that was just vivid in those orbs of darkness. His frustration (due to the chaos that had just taken place) dispersed into the whirlpool named lust that just started to spin inside his body, spreading the effect throughout his every cell. Thirty minutes was all they had, but thirty minutes could expand to a very promising future, filled with repetition or maybe even experimentation in this so called ‘field of work’; Ruki just had to play it right and they’d be having a lot of other thirty minutes after today.
Again, Shiroyama Yuu tugged on his tie-and Ruki felt just like a pet on a leash, having to obey whatever his master wanted him to do. He felt hot, undeniably, being put in the position where he had to be submissive-for any other people, Ruki didn’t enjoy it much but in front of Shiroyama Yuu, it all happened almost naturally. Ruki followed Shiroyama’s backward steps-shivered when he watched the other man licked his lips-and before he knew it, they had reached Ruki’s purple sofa. Shiroyama dropped himself onto the plush surface of the sofa, but put one hand to stop Ruki from following him; he let go of Ruki’s tie and smirked-the smirk that made Ruki’s knees go weak; the smirk that meant Ruki had to be ready for something overwhelming that was coming his way.
“I think I like seeing you with your tie on…” said Shiroyama Yuu, “But let’s take everything else off, shall we?”
Ruki watched as Shiroyama Yuu opened his legs wide; without any order being said out loud, Ruki dropped down to his knees and positioned himself between Shiroyama’s legs. He looked up and licked his lip, feeling the quiver going crazier inside his body when he saw how Shiroyama was looking expectantly at him, waiting for him to do what he had requested; so then, wasting not another minute, Ruki started stripping. His black jacket first, and then his black trousers. And next, with deliberate, calculated slowness he unbuttoned his shirt, one plastic button at a time, and in the mean time never breaking eye contact between them.
It was strange, but he had a feeling that, even if he wasn’t physically undressing, those eyes that were focused on him could undress him just the same, although mentally. Scary as it might sound but this man could dig into people’s brain just with one look.
His office room was cold, Ruki thought later on, when everything he had been wearing before was now strewn all over the carpeted floor, leaving nothing but his skin to bear with the air around him. Well, he still had his black tie on, circling around his neck, but it covered nothing, really. Ruki felt exposed, helpless, but he loved the prickling sensation running under his skin, knowing that it was the realization of being stared at. He could just feel those eyes roaming over his every inch, from top to bottom, not one spot left unattended. Yes, he definitely loved how Shiroyama was staring at him-him naked, more importantly-and he loved it even more how Shiroyama hummed with such lusty voice when he dragged his own hand down his body. Ruki shivered and shivered even more as he felt so aware and so sensitive all of a sudden; he rubbed his chest, stomach, and then slid his hand lower onto his cock-it twitched and Ruki moaned in pleasure. So soon, yet he felt like he was already burning in a circle of fire-so turned on like he had never felt before.
Shiroyama moved his legs again, opening them wider, and it was cue enough of what he wanted Ruki to do. Funny; how long had they known each other? No longer than three weeks (from the very first time the Shiroyamas walked into his office), but it felt like Ruki could tell what the other man desired even without asking. And then Shiroyama reached for Ruki’s tie again, tugging at it and making Ruki topple forward; it only took one gaze up to confirm his actions and then Ruki started nuzzling his mouth against Shiroyama’s crotch, opening his lips around the bulge that was formed there. He teased with his teeth, with his tongue as he poked against the still clothed erection, and pleasantly, Shiroyama moaned.
Shiroyama Yuu, normally, was a hot guy. Turned on and full of lust, he was beyond hot.
And so Ruki anchored himself up, one hand slipping behind Shiroyama’s hips and the other getting busy with unzipping the man’s pants. To think again, it was quite a sarcastic joke, recalling that he hadn’t had time to have breakfast this morning; he was hungry, but hunger could be implied to more than one condition, couldn’t it? Anyhow, Ruki was undeniably hungry-hungry of Shiroyama Yuu-and nothing was going to stop him from quenching his desire.
Not long after, he had pulled out the other man’s cock from his pants, and was currently relishing the sight with his eyes. Another tug on his tie and Ruki gasped, hurriedly pressing his lips on the head of Shiroyama’s cock-that twitched under his ministrations. Ruki bowed his head slightly, slid out his tongue from his mouth and placed the tip on the base of the other’s cock, and then, very, very slowly, dragged it up until he met the head. He circled his tongue around it for a moment before he let it slip into his mouth, and when he did, Ruki hummed. This, apparently, sparked the other into reacting; Shiroyama groaned and bucked up his hips, causing his cock to enter deeper into Ruki’s mouth, which Ruki took in without complaint. He started to bob his head up and down, getting used to the quite lovely taste of Shiroyama invading his mouth, and sucked lightly here and there. At one point he let the length slip out of his mouth again, and licked at the head-Ruki was staring straight at Shiroyama at this point, and what he saw, he liked.
“Thirty minutes, Matsumoto-san…” Shiroyama warned, and although his voice quivered, the notice was clear. Ruki didn’t have the time to play slow and despite he would like to prolong whatever time they had, he couldn’t. So Ruki put the other’s cock back into his mouth, and began sucking with all that he’d got.
“While you’re at it, prepare yourself for me.”
And even without looking, Ruki could just sense the smirk in Shiroyama’s voice. It was probably that the other man was used to being in control-him owning a dozen or more companies and all-and based on the way he kept ordering Ruki around, it came only as expected for people to do whatever he said, and he didn’t seem like the type who would take no for an answer. The case wasn’t all that different with Ruki, at the moment, where he couldn’t find a single piece of objection coming from within, although obviously he was being treated like a slave-a sex slave, in this matter. No, even when Ruki gave it a second thought, he didn’t mind a thing; and not another minute of hesitation, a couple of fingers slipped in between his lips, curling along with his tongue around Shiroyama’s now hard cock, and when he thought they were slicked enough, Ruki brought his hand down low.
He couldn’t help but twitch and moan-right against Shiroyama’s cock-when his own finger entered him. He heard Shiroyama hiss; saw him hissing as he opened his eyes and looked up at him, immediately knowing that this man-or rather, this devil sitting in front of him with all his glory, was truly everything and more that Ruki could never gain from those stupid, cheap porn movies. Shiroyama looked messy: his long hair draping over his face-sticking on his skin because of the sweat; his jacket had been thrown away to his side and he was currently unbuttoning his black, silk shirt-basically he looked thoroughly sexy, every movement he made screamed out hot, delicious sex and Ruki was going crazier by the minute. The blaze burning in those eyes made Ruki feel like he was a prey, life hanging by a thread, and there was nothing else to do but to expect the predator’s mercy.
Ruki dragged his teeth up Shiroyama’s length and took pleasure in how the other man whimpered; and at the same time, he curled his fingers inside of him, hitting the exact spot he knew would bring him so much closer to the edge. Shiroyama’s cock slipped out of his mouth when Ruki threw his head up, eyes rolling up as the pleasure invaded his whole body-however he still remembered to keep his screaming at bay. Couldn’t really risk his secretary-who might’ve been eavesdropping outside, for all he knew-to hear more than she was allowed to. And then for a moment, Ruki forgot about Shiroyama as he kept fucking himself with his fingers, his body going into spasms as he repeatedly stroked his prostate.
He was brought back down to earth when, once again, Shiroyama tugged on his tie just like a leash, this time much harder than the ones before, until Ruki had to get up from the floor.
“Matsumoto-san, you’re not planning on leaving me behind in your… little fun, aren’t you?” his still-entitled client murmured against his lips as Ruki had positioned himself on the other’s lap; one more tug of his tie and Ruki’s lips latched onto Shiroyama’s-a ferocious kiss began and nothing less than a battle of lips and tongues took place. Ruki let the other’s tongue slip against his, following the lead he was given, and until minutes passed and he was out of breath, he never pulled back.
Shiroyama’s hands were all over him, and Ruki just couldn’t complain. He felt them touching his skin, greedily, almost as if he would’ve ripped them off of Ruki’s body if only that had been possible. Ruki was far off from the last shred of sanity when one of Shiroyama’s hands ended up toying with his left nipple while the other had plunged deep into Ruki’s body, pleasuring Ruki closely to the way he had pleasured himself. Mouth was sticking onto his neck like a leech, sucking the soul out of him and Ruki was clinging for dear life, begging like a whore would his customer.
Regretfully, Ruki lifted his hips up-he couldn’t exactly let those fingers continue, although they had been doing nothing but a very good job; he was on the edge, too close to the big fall, yet he couldn’t let those fingers bring him the completion he wanted-yearned for. Shiroyama locked him with his gaze, and like that, Ruki lowered himself down, groaning when Shiroyama’s cock entered him.
“Fuck…” Shiroyama cursed, but Ruki could barely comprehend what the word meant as he was flying halfway to eternal whiteness, having just taken the whole length into him. He stayed still for a while, until he felt a pair of hands grabbed his ass hard, and he heard Shiroyama order: “Move, Matsumoto-san.”
Ruki’s hand slid down Shiroyama’s exposed chest when he started moving, shifting his hips until he felt only the head of the other’s cock inside of him, before he moved down again. A long, breathy moan left his throat during this prior movement, and Ruki was very much unsure he could stay quiet if it continued like this. He wished, and would’ve done it already if only it hadn’t been so unethical, he could flash his middle finger to the world and tell his secretary to enjoy the show instead of worrying that she was eavesdropping. His boss wouldn’t like it much if he found out what the heck Ruki was doing in the middle of work, and not to mention, with one of his clients; so he could only hope that fat, old bastard would stay put in his office, playing mini golf or whatever else he preferred.
Ruki weaved his arms around Shiroyama’s neck and started his chosen rhythm-which contained a series of slow movements up and harsh, quick thrusts down; each and every time he tried to aim that cock inside of him so that it would hit the right spot, and it was always easier this way when he was doing most of the job. His forehead bumped against Shiroyama’s, but the slight pain didn’t bother him nor did it do Shiroyama Yuu, and Ruki kept on moving as if Armageddon was just at bay, ready to strike at them both. Shiroyama was kissing his neck, shoulder, whichever part of Ruki that was the closest to his mouth, biting when Ruki pressed nearer onto him. The pain emerging from the spot where Shiroyama was biting, sucking him told Ruki that there would be a new mark on him to be seen afterwards, but Ruki thought he might’ve not given a damn even if these marks were all over his body.
“Shiroyama-san…” Ruki moaned breathily when he felt Shiroyama’s nails digging into his flesh on his back; as a reaction Ruki pushed closer onto Shiroyama’s body, feeling a jolt run through his whole body when his cock was being pressed between their stomachs. He leaned down, tight enough that he earned the delicious pressure and moved right against Shiroyama’s body; gaining double pleasure both from Shiroyama’s cock hitting his prostate and his own cock rubbing against both their bodies.
At one moment, Ruki shot up his face towards the ceiling, his body arching forward, and right then Shiroyama pressed his lips onto his chest; and with that wondrous tongue of his, he made a wet track trailing over Ruki’s body-circling around Ruki’s left nipple-upward to Ruki’s neck, and finally pausing on Ruki’s lower lip, before he pushed it between Ruki’s lips. The saltiness of his own sweat invaded Ruki’s mouth when he licked at Shiroyama’s tongue-thus it was the clash of mouth against mouth again, still with Ruki moving up and down Shiroyama’s erection. It was nothing like some sweet, loving kiss between two love birds; theirs was rough, sloppy, filled with each of their own determination, yet it was definitely erotic… and it was exactly what Ruki liked.
At approximately 11.25-five minutes until his secretary would buzz him up and inform him of his next session-Ruki reached his heavenly heights; stars becoming supernovas right underneath his eyelids and his brain exploding into a giant puddle of mess inside his head, Ruki held his voice down the best that he could as his orgasm swept through him like a tidal wave. Something warm squirted from his cock between his and Shiroyama’s stomach (might’ve ruined Shiroyama’s shirt and pants with it, but who cares?) and his whole body tensed beyond control. Ruki panted, moaned and making high-pitched voices anywhere in between those two; his hips twitched in accordance to Shiroyama’s grip on his ass that was silently forcing him to keep moving. And so he moved a bit more, and not long after, with one thrust up of Shiroyama’s cock far and deep into him, Ruki could feel hot fluid flooding his inside.
The flight was dizzying and the descend was even more mystifying; all that Ruki knew next was Shiroyama’s hand on his waist-caressing almost lovingly, had Ruki believed they were in some other situation-and they were kissing again, this time slowly, gently in place of roughly, and Ruki thought his brains were stuck up there on the ceiling and there was no way he could gather them back together and place them back in his head. For a second he wondered where the hell this man had been all his life, and why he hadn’t met him sooner; randomly thinking about what sort of an awesome life they’d be living by now if only they had met sooner, Ruki kissed Shiroyama’s lips gently, one more time, before he regretfully slipped away from the man’s body.
But he hadn’t even gone as far as getting to his own two feet when Shiroyama tugged his tie again (white-stained tie, as it was now), making Ruki fall upon him. The words that Shiroyama whispered then to his ear, despite it being an overwhelming surprise, verified Ruki of a job well done. And Ruki smiled in satisfaction, although for this once, he had violated probably every code he had believed in, in the name of his profession.
Echoing in his brain was: “I’ll pick you up after work.”
=== The End ===
A/N:
· I honestly had nosebleeds writing this. Yep. Tissue, everyone? Or maybe blood transfusion?
· I hope this makes up for that backseat sex that I’ve so cruelly shortened XDDD
· Here’re the mental images I had of marriage-consultant! Ruki and rich-bastard! Aoi:
Ruki: The tie there gave me the inspiration *LOL*
Aoi: I wanted the all-black suit to look like this:
... but the hair and the way he stares to look like this:
· FYI, Ruki took the purple sofa and had it moved in to his apartment. XDDDD
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