Cherries 11
Title : Cherries
Chap : 11/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : drama, angst, slight smut
Rating : PG/ 15
Warning : sexual imagery, swearing, lesbianism, het-lite
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination. And it’s so not fair! *sulks*
Summary : Uruha thought he was straight until he started having some unusual thoughts about his band mate - and then things got complicated.
Ruki hadn't called that night and as the time passed Uruha felt the opportunity to ring the vocalist and apologise himself grow smaller and smaller until it became to late to act.
The next morning he awoke red-eyed from crying and lack of sleep. He'd cried more than he'd thought possible, considering the relationship was less than a week old, considering he'd only just realised his feelings for Ruki so recently, but he felt as though a part of his heart, his soul, had been ripped from his body. The aching sense of loss, like a gnawing hunger in his gut, was only made more painful by the knowledge that it was entirely his own fault.
He'd lain awake replaying their moments together, the looks and touches that had brought them together, the feelings of physical and mental joy and fulfillment he'd felt in Ruki's arms, the promise of what could have been, and he groaned aloud at his stupid pride that had ruined it all so easily, the tears sliding down his face once more, soaking into the already damp pillow.
With dawn's grey light he rose and made coffee. He found himself trying out conversations in his head, trying to find the right words to fully apologise to Ruki, to show him he was sincerely sorry and deserved another chance.
He was almost feeling hopeful as he got his gym gear together and made his way downstairs to wait for the car, but that feeling was squashed immediately he opened the door to find Reita in Ruki's usual place.
'Hurry up! You're letting the cold air in.' the bassist growled at Uruha, who had frozen to the spot in surprise.
'Wh-what are you doing here?' he managed, climbing in awkwardly and slumping down on the leather seat.
'The shrimp called and asked to swap,' Reita shrugged, 'No big deal, what with the interview schedule.'
Uruha had forgotten about Ruki's interview that morning, it also meant he probably wouldn't be at rehearsal that afternoon. He felt a desperate sadness settle on him at the realisation that it could be Thursday before he saw the vocalist again, and surely the more time that passed, the harder it would be to reconcile.
He turned his face to the window, blinking back the tears that had again gathered in his eyes, willing them not to fall, not now, not in front of Reita.
---
Reita seemed to have noticed Uruha's miserable mood however, and attempted to cheer him up in his own peculiar way by challenging the guitarist to all sorts of contests of strength and stamina. It was the first full workout Uruha had managed since they'd started this regime and by the time they returned to the changing room he was exhausted but surprised to find he did feel a little better after all.
'Do you make Aoi-kun workout like this?' he asked, still breathless from the final running machine battle.
'Fuck no!' Reita laughed. 'Can you imagine what he'd do to me if I tried? Besides, he doesn't really need to do anything, skinny bastard!'
'What does he do when you come to the gym, then?' Uruha knew Reita and Aoi were gym-buddies just as he and Ruki were, or at least had been before today.
'Stretches mainly. You know, sometimes I think he must have a rubber spine, he's so flexible.' the bassist grinned, but his eyes seemed unfocussed as if he was remembering some particular scene, he chuckled as he continued, 'It's kinda awesome watching him bend, hehe. Anyway, and then he'll go and have a massage. What about Ruki-kun? I can't imagine he does anything at all.'
Uruha laughed lightly in reply but didn't say anything as his throat had squeezed tight shut at the mention of the vocalist.
'Hey, Uru, do you fancy going out tonight?' Reita asked suddenly. 'It's been ages since we had a night out.'
'Hmm, maybe.'
'What the fuck? Are my ears deceiving me?' Reita jumped across the changing room and grabbed Uruha's face in both hands, turning his head this way and that as if looking for something.
'Get off! What the ...?'
'I'm just checking to see if you're unwell, that or an alien clone.'
'Fuck off, Rei!'
'Uruha refusing a night out? A night that involves alcohol? I can't believe it.' the bassist pulled away, shaking his head sadly.
'Fine! We're drinking tonight. Are you happy now?'
'Always!' the bassist chuckled.
---
Maybe a drink would do him good, Uruha thought as he made his way to the bar where he'd arranged to meet Reita, it would stop him thinking about Ruki, at least he hoped it would. To be honest he wasn't feeling like drinking at all, he was too tired and miserable, and rehearsal had been one headache after another, but it had been a long while since he'd had a night out with his oldest friend and Reita had managed to lift his mood earlier, so it was worth a try.
He spotted the bassist at a corner table near the bar, and was surprised to see Aoi sitting next to him. The dark-haired guitarist rose when he saw Uruha approaching and gave him a friendly hug.
'I didn't expect you to be joining us, Aoi-kun.' Uruha said as he returned the hug briefly.
'I'm not.' Aoi replied. 'I was just dropping this one off as he won't be able to drive later.' He grinned over his shoulder at the bassist, who returned the look with a light smile.
'Anyway, don't get too drunk, you two!' Aoi wagged his finger at the pair in a motherly fashion, waving and blowing kisses as he exited the bar.
---
A couple of beers later and Uruha was feeling almost human again. They were playing pool and he was beating Reita with ease, the pair of them laughing and joking with each other just like old times.
As Reita called to a waitress for another round of drinks he gave his friend a strange look.
'What?' Uruha asked.
'Another game?'
'Sure you want to lose again?' Uruha laughed, already racking up the balls.
'Nah, I'll beat you this time for sure.' He gave the guitarist a friendly slap on the back. 'It's good to see you happy for a change.'
'What?' Uruha wasn't sure whether to be more shocked that the notoriously indifferent bassist had noticed his frame of mind or that he had voiced that concern aloud.
'Well, you've been a bit out of it recently.' the bassist shrugged, 'Aoi thought it would be a good idea to take you out.'
'Ah, "Aoi thought", right!' It all made more sense now.
'Eh? Well, I thought so too.' Reita blushed behind his noseband as he realised he had just lost the title of 'most considerate friend'. He was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of the waitress with their drinks. She was cute; small, with dark, curling hair and full lips, and Reita noticed the way Uruha's eyes roamed over her body appraisingly.
Maybe that was the problem, he thought, Uruha needs to get laid.
'I've just had an excellent idea, Uru-kun!' Reita burst out, grinning widely, 'There's a new club opened up not far from here. It's got a wild reputation already. Wanna have some fun?'
'That's what we're out for, ne?' A matching grin spreading over Uruha's face in reply. 'Wanna have some fun?' was a phrase that had got the two friends into a lot of trouble when they were young, but it had always been worth it. 'But first, another beer and then I'm gonna whup your ass!'
---
It was several more beers in fact before they stumbled to the nightclub.
Despite it being a weekday night the place was quite busy, the dance floor was crowded with wildly gyrating bodies and the bar staff looked harrassed as they rushed back and forth to fulfill orders. The atmosphere was loud and sweaty, the outrageously dressed clientele, everything from punk to neo-gothic to lolita to gangster style vying for attention, so completely at odds with the oppulent gilt-heavy decor.
'Decadent!' Uruha nodded in approval. 'Ruki-kun'd love this place!'
'Funnily enough, he was the one that told me about it.' Reita laughed and gestured to a free booth near the dance floor that gave a great view of the whole club. 'They've got waitress service. You have to pay extra but it'll be easier than battling through that crowd at the bar.'
Uruha signalled his agreement and they had barely manoeuvred themselves into their seats when a pretty blonde waitress appeared with the drinks menu.
'I feel like cocktails!' the guitarist announced with a grin, 'Something fruity!'
Giggling at the unsubtle sexual innuuendo of the drink titles he chose a Screaming Orgasm, Reita shaking his head in amusement as he ordered a beer.
'You can get as wasted as you want, my friend, but I'm on a promise later!'
'Oh yeah? Since when?'
But Reita refused to be pushed on the subject and Uruha was too drunk already to pursue it further.
It didn't take long for their presence to be noticed by the other clientele and they were soon surrounded by willing courtesans intent on enticing them to dance and more. Uruha allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor by a curvy girl with dyed red hair, black streaks in her fringe emphasising her pale skin and large, dark eyes, her sheath-like lace dress leaving little to the imagination. She pressed herself to his body, catching his hands and placing them on her waist, guiding the movements of his hips with her own so they were slowly swaying to the beat in unison, Uruha growing aroused despite his drunken state as she rubbed herself against his groin.
A slight change in tempo and she spun in his arms, thrusting her buttocks back towards him. Groaning, Uruha pulled her tightly against himself, burying his face in her hair as she ground and writhed in time with the beat. When the song ended the girl took hold of his hands and pulled him back to the table where he gratefully gulped down his Buttery Nipple, trying in vain to control his somewhat erratic breathing and resist the budding erection in his pants.
His dance partner obviously had other plans however, as she settled herself between his legs and proceeded to place light nips and kisses down his neck and along his jawline, one hand falling into his lap to gently massage his crotch. Drunk and losing himself in sensation it took Uruha a moment to realise that a second pair of lips had started an erotic attack on his ear lobe, pulling on his piercings and making him whimper, as a second pair of hands snaked round from behind to stroke his chest and stomach. His eyes fluttering open in momentary shock he caught a glimpse of badly bleached hair, a cheap orange-blond colour, out of the corner of his left eye and realised another girl had joined in with the sensual assault on his body.
Moaning, he turned his head and captured the blonde's lips in a sloppy kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair as her tongue invaded his mouth. With a low growl the redhead pulled him away from her friend and claimed his mouth for herself, sucking on his bottom lip until he was groaning lustily into her. Smirking in triumph she pulled back, grabbing hold of the other girl and crushing their lips together, their tongues flicking out to tangle with each other. Uruha voiced a strangled moan as the two girls continued to make out on his lap with him as their captive audience, their hands stroking both him and each other.
Uruha's eyes flickered across the table to find Reita grinning widely at him, giving him a cheeky thumbs up when they made eye contact. Uruha's answering grin turned into a wanton moan as the two girls wriggled against him, both returning to kissing his neck, two nimble-fingered hands dropping together to the aching bulge in his jeans.
He attempted to keep eye contact wirth Reita with difficulty, trying desperately not to succumb to the determined erotic assault he was under, when his gaze fell on a familiar figure over the bassist's shoulder.
'Ruki!' he gasped.
The vocalist stood in the entrance to the club his eyes fixed on Uruha, his mouth open in shock, his body frozen to the spot, absolutely transfixed with horror on the scene before him.
'Ruki!' Uruha called out again, pushing the girls from his lap, the redhead complaining loudly and vulgarly at the treatment as he tried to stand, stumbling drunkenly towards the vocalist who shook off his momentary paralysis and turning, fled from the night club.
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Chap : 11/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : drama, angst, slight smut
Rating : PG/ 15
Warning : sexual imagery, swearing, lesbianism, het-lite
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, I’m not affiliated, it’s all just fiction from my warped imagination. And it’s so not fair! *sulks*
Summary : Uruha thought he was straight until he started having some unusual thoughts about his band mate - and then things got complicated.
Ruki hadn't called that night and as the time passed Uruha felt the opportunity to ring the vocalist and apologise himself grow smaller and smaller until it became to late to act.
The next morning he awoke red-eyed from crying and lack of sleep. He'd cried more than he'd thought possible, considering the relationship was less than a week old, considering he'd only just realised his feelings for Ruki so recently, but he felt as though a part of his heart, his soul, had been ripped from his body. The aching sense of loss, like a gnawing hunger in his gut, was only made more painful by the knowledge that it was entirely his own fault.
He'd lain awake replaying their moments together, the looks and touches that had brought them together, the feelings of physical and mental joy and fulfillment he'd felt in Ruki's arms, the promise of what could have been, and he groaned aloud at his stupid pride that had ruined it all so easily, the tears sliding down his face once more, soaking into the already damp pillow.
With dawn's grey light he rose and made coffee. He found himself trying out conversations in his head, trying to find the right words to fully apologise to Ruki, to show him he was sincerely sorry and deserved another chance.
He was almost feeling hopeful as he got his gym gear together and made his way downstairs to wait for the car, but that feeling was squashed immediately he opened the door to find Reita in Ruki's usual place.
'Hurry up! You're letting the cold air in.' the bassist growled at Uruha, who had frozen to the spot in surprise.
'Wh-what are you doing here?' he managed, climbing in awkwardly and slumping down on the leather seat.
'The shrimp called and asked to swap,' Reita shrugged, 'No big deal, what with the interview schedule.'
Uruha had forgotten about Ruki's interview that morning, it also meant he probably wouldn't be at rehearsal that afternoon. He felt a desperate sadness settle on him at the realisation that it could be Thursday before he saw the vocalist again, and surely the more time that passed, the harder it would be to reconcile.
He turned his face to the window, blinking back the tears that had again gathered in his eyes, willing them not to fall, not now, not in front of Reita.
---
Reita seemed to have noticed Uruha's miserable mood however, and attempted to cheer him up in his own peculiar way by challenging the guitarist to all sorts of contests of strength and stamina. It was the first full workout Uruha had managed since they'd started this regime and by the time they returned to the changing room he was exhausted but surprised to find he did feel a little better after all.
'Do you make Aoi-kun workout like this?' he asked, still breathless from the final running machine battle.
'Fuck no!' Reita laughed. 'Can you imagine what he'd do to me if I tried? Besides, he doesn't really need to do anything, skinny bastard!'
'What does he do when you come to the gym, then?' Uruha knew Reita and Aoi were gym-buddies just as he and Ruki were, or at least had been before today.
'Stretches mainly. You know, sometimes I think he must have a rubber spine, he's so flexible.' the bassist grinned, but his eyes seemed unfocussed as if he was remembering some particular scene, he chuckled as he continued, 'It's kinda awesome watching him bend, hehe. Anyway, and then he'll go and have a massage. What about Ruki-kun? I can't imagine he does anything at all.'
Uruha laughed lightly in reply but didn't say anything as his throat had squeezed tight shut at the mention of the vocalist.
'Hey, Uru, do you fancy going out tonight?' Reita asked suddenly. 'It's been ages since we had a night out.'
'Hmm, maybe.'
'What the fuck? Are my ears deceiving me?' Reita jumped across the changing room and grabbed Uruha's face in both hands, turning his head this way and that as if looking for something.
'Get off! What the ...?'
'I'm just checking to see if you're unwell, that or an alien clone.'
'Fuck off, Rei!'
'Uruha refusing a night out? A night that involves alcohol? I can't believe it.' the bassist pulled away, shaking his head sadly.
'Fine! We're drinking tonight. Are you happy now?'
'Always!' the bassist chuckled.
---
Maybe a drink would do him good, Uruha thought as he made his way to the bar where he'd arranged to meet Reita, it would stop him thinking about Ruki, at least he hoped it would. To be honest he wasn't feeling like drinking at all, he was too tired and miserable, and rehearsal had been one headache after another, but it had been a long while since he'd had a night out with his oldest friend and Reita had managed to lift his mood earlier, so it was worth a try.
He spotted the bassist at a corner table near the bar, and was surprised to see Aoi sitting next to him. The dark-haired guitarist rose when he saw Uruha approaching and gave him a friendly hug.
'I didn't expect you to be joining us, Aoi-kun.' Uruha said as he returned the hug briefly.
'I'm not.' Aoi replied. 'I was just dropping this one off as he won't be able to drive later.' He grinned over his shoulder at the bassist, who returned the look with a light smile.
'Anyway, don't get too drunk, you two!' Aoi wagged his finger at the pair in a motherly fashion, waving and blowing kisses as he exited the bar.
---
A couple of beers later and Uruha was feeling almost human again. They were playing pool and he was beating Reita with ease, the pair of them laughing and joking with each other just like old times.
As Reita called to a waitress for another round of drinks he gave his friend a strange look.
'What?' Uruha asked.
'Another game?'
'Sure you want to lose again?' Uruha laughed, already racking up the balls.
'Nah, I'll beat you this time for sure.' He gave the guitarist a friendly slap on the back. 'It's good to see you happy for a change.'
'What?' Uruha wasn't sure whether to be more shocked that the notoriously indifferent bassist had noticed his frame of mind or that he had voiced that concern aloud.
'Well, you've been a bit out of it recently.' the bassist shrugged, 'Aoi thought it would be a good idea to take you out.'
'Ah, "Aoi thought", right!' It all made more sense now.
'Eh? Well, I thought so too.' Reita blushed behind his noseband as he realised he had just lost the title of 'most considerate friend'. He was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of the waitress with their drinks. She was cute; small, with dark, curling hair and full lips, and Reita noticed the way Uruha's eyes roamed over her body appraisingly.
Maybe that was the problem, he thought, Uruha needs to get laid.
'I've just had an excellent idea, Uru-kun!' Reita burst out, grinning widely, 'There's a new club opened up not far from here. It's got a wild reputation already. Wanna have some fun?'
'That's what we're out for, ne?' A matching grin spreading over Uruha's face in reply. 'Wanna have some fun?' was a phrase that had got the two friends into a lot of trouble when they were young, but it had always been worth it. 'But first, another beer and then I'm gonna whup your ass!'
---
It was several more beers in fact before they stumbled to the nightclub.
Despite it being a weekday night the place was quite busy, the dance floor was crowded with wildly gyrating bodies and the bar staff looked harrassed as they rushed back and forth to fulfill orders. The atmosphere was loud and sweaty, the outrageously dressed clientele, everything from punk to neo-gothic to lolita to gangster style vying for attention, so completely at odds with the oppulent gilt-heavy decor.
'Decadent!' Uruha nodded in approval. 'Ruki-kun'd love this place!'
'Funnily enough, he was the one that told me about it.' Reita laughed and gestured to a free booth near the dance floor that gave a great view of the whole club. 'They've got waitress service. You have to pay extra but it'll be easier than battling through that crowd at the bar.'
Uruha signalled his agreement and they had barely manoeuvred themselves into their seats when a pretty blonde waitress appeared with the drinks menu.
'I feel like cocktails!' the guitarist announced with a grin, 'Something fruity!'
Giggling at the unsubtle sexual innuuendo of the drink titles he chose a Screaming Orgasm, Reita shaking his head in amusement as he ordered a beer.
'You can get as wasted as you want, my friend, but I'm on a promise later!'
'Oh yeah? Since when?'
But Reita refused to be pushed on the subject and Uruha was too drunk already to pursue it further.
It didn't take long for their presence to be noticed by the other clientele and they were soon surrounded by willing courtesans intent on enticing them to dance and more. Uruha allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor by a curvy girl with dyed red hair, black streaks in her fringe emphasising her pale skin and large, dark eyes, her sheath-like lace dress leaving little to the imagination. She pressed herself to his body, catching his hands and placing them on her waist, guiding the movements of his hips with her own so they were slowly swaying to the beat in unison, Uruha growing aroused despite his drunken state as she rubbed herself against his groin.
A slight change in tempo and she spun in his arms, thrusting her buttocks back towards him. Groaning, Uruha pulled her tightly against himself, burying his face in her hair as she ground and writhed in time with the beat. When the song ended the girl took hold of his hands and pulled him back to the table where he gratefully gulped down his Buttery Nipple, trying in vain to control his somewhat erratic breathing and resist the budding erection in his pants.
His dance partner obviously had other plans however, as she settled herself between his legs and proceeded to place light nips and kisses down his neck and along his jawline, one hand falling into his lap to gently massage his crotch. Drunk and losing himself in sensation it took Uruha a moment to realise that a second pair of lips had started an erotic attack on his ear lobe, pulling on his piercings and making him whimper, as a second pair of hands snaked round from behind to stroke his chest and stomach. His eyes fluttering open in momentary shock he caught a glimpse of badly bleached hair, a cheap orange-blond colour, out of the corner of his left eye and realised another girl had joined in with the sensual assault on his body.
Moaning, he turned his head and captured the blonde's lips in a sloppy kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair as her tongue invaded his mouth. With a low growl the redhead pulled him away from her friend and claimed his mouth for herself, sucking on his bottom lip until he was groaning lustily into her. Smirking in triumph she pulled back, grabbing hold of the other girl and crushing their lips together, their tongues flicking out to tangle with each other. Uruha voiced a strangled moan as the two girls continued to make out on his lap with him as their captive audience, their hands stroking both him and each other.
Uruha's eyes flickered across the table to find Reita grinning widely at him, giving him a cheeky thumbs up when they made eye contact. Uruha's answering grin turned into a wanton moan as the two girls wriggled against him, both returning to kissing his neck, two nimble-fingered hands dropping together to the aching bulge in his jeans.
He attempted to keep eye contact wirth Reita with difficulty, trying desperately not to succumb to the determined erotic assault he was under, when his gaze fell on a familiar figure over the bassist's shoulder.
'Ruki!' he gasped.
The vocalist stood in the entrance to the club his eyes fixed on Uruha, his mouth open in shock, his body frozen to the spot, absolutely transfixed with horror on the scene before him.
'Ruki!' Uruha called out again, pushing the girls from his lap, the redhead complaining loudly and vulgarly at the treatment as he tried to stand, stumbling drunkenly towards the vocalist who shook off his momentary paralysis and turning, fled from the night club.
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