Surrender - Aoi x Ruki, Reita x Uruha
Title - Surrender.
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - PG.
Genre - Fluff, a bit of crack.
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my first language, so any mistakes are more than human.
Pairings - Aoi x Ruki, Uruha x Reita
Summary - But all that perfection came with one small downside. Ruki was a dog person. Aoi was a cat person.
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television.
Comments - This is for
yuu_gazerock
because she's an amazing rp partner, amazing friend, and she deserves more ♥.
"This is wrong Kouyou, so wrong." Aoi gave himself the biggest facepalm ever, and it was not because of the current state of his friend's apartment. Looking at the row of empty beer cans- none of them his, if you mind- he sighed again, ebony eyes following what looked like the tenth can that Uruha was lifting, and it wasn't even noon.
"Tell me Yuu..." He started, his hands running through the soft fur of the fat cat currently asleep on his lap. "What the hell is 'wrong Kouyou, so wrong.' Because you've been siting on my favorite chair for the past one hour, forty five minutes, twenty seconds and still counting and the only thing you told me beside 'Are you drinking already', 'No, thanks', and 'Fuck man', it's that something is very wrong. Care to tell me what is it? Because if not, I have to clean the apartment, and if you don't tell me within... Twenty seconds what the hell it's going on, you'll clean this mess." The brunette finally looked up, sighing again and jumping from the chair, walking from one side to another, skipping some mangas that were on the floor from time to time; both the cat and his owner kept their eyes steady on the man, listening intently to him.
"I'm not a fan of dogs. How can things work when you don't like dogs?!" Aoi almost freaked out while talking, shaking his hands dramatically in the air.
"What the fuck Yuu, are you going to drop the band for a dog hair saloon?" He snickered, but the look he got from the elder in the room made his lift his hands to cover a laugh. "Sorry. Why is that a huge problem?"
"I want to give this to Takanori." Calloused hands fumbled inside the jeans pocket, lifting a small black box, his thumb flicked open the cover, showing the expensive Bvlgari golden band. "But he likes dogs. I like cats." Uruha's jaw was almost on the floor before he closed it, putting the cat aside his longs hands patted the vacant space full of circular shaped marks- probably from him forgetting where the astray was and burning the couch. The brunette seated there, looking at his friend's serious face as the same hand got higher next to his head, caressing the black silky strands before a loud slap landed on them. "Ouch! what was that for?!"
"For you not telling me, nor 'Kira that you two have been doing sexy things, you moron." Was the blond's reply as he took the box, taking out the ring and looking at the small details. "You were the first one to know when Akira and I started our realtionship, I thought you would do the same." The older guitarist looked down, eying the black yellow and white cat that jumped on the coffee table.
"We are not doing sexy things. We are not kissing. We're not even holding hands." Another slap on his head from the younger man was heard in the room. "Why are you so violent?"
"Because you're an idiot. Simple." And Uruha put the ring back in there, sitting it on the coffee table. "Kira is coming, so if you do not want him to see it you better put it on your pocket now." It was just the time for the cat to turn his head to the soft jingle of the keys that the bassist emerged in the room, kicking the front door with a boot clad foot, a grocery bag in one hand and a ridiculous cute baby chow chow asleep in the other. "Hey honey."
"Good morning Kou." He replied, walking in the apartment still with his boots- of course the place couldn't get worse- and putting the baby chow in his boyfriend's lap before giving him a tender kiss. "Hey Yuu. Rough morning?" He pointed to the empty cans before seating himself on the coffee table to take off the boots.
"No, just needed to be properly anesthetized before Yuu tell me that he intends to give a ring to our vocalist without even kissing him." Uruha shrugged, watching the dog fall asleep on his lap. "But he doesn't have the balls because he likes cats."
"Bitch." The brunette closed his eyes, not wanting to see the incredulous expression on the bassist's face. Reita let a small laugh pass his lips, before they were against his boyfriend's one more.
"Kou used to hate dogs. I used to hate cats." He said, looking at his friend, well Aoi finally got the light he needed and facepalmed himself mentally, Reita was obviously much more indicated than the other blond for sentimental matters. "But we love each other, we had to give in. And I think that it's cute that you're going to try things in the old fashioned way with Taka, he really likes that." A small filled Aoi's face, finally he was getting things right, hitting dead on in his petit vocalist taste.
"How did you two got together?" The taller man chuckled, moving his head from one side to another. "Maybe I can use something similar to get to Taka."
"Ok, grab your pen and paper." Uruha inhaled deeply, a knowing smile in the bassist face while he got up, taking the bag to the kitchen along with some of the bottles of beer. For their surprise, the older man produced a pen and a paper, almost out from nowhere, getting a disbelief look from the younger one his charcoal black eyes narrowed.
"I'm a musician, what if a song comes to my head?! Ok do tell." Putting the point of the ball pen against the paper, he watched Uruha lift his fingers.
"First we were friends."
"Friends, ok." Aoi scribbled, his face starting to scrunch up in concentration.
"Then we got out to drink one day..."
"Get out to drink..." The tip of the brunette's tongue was showing up from between his lips.
"Then we got drunk."
"That should be easy, Taka is a light drinker." He told more to himself than to the man beside him, still writing on the paper.
"Then we don't remember how we woke up naked in the same bed with Akira complaining about his butt hurting. And then..." The blond laughed, making the little dog wake up with the sound. "We had sex again."
"Sex, alcoholic amnesia, and sex."
"Dude, you're not going to try this with Taka, are you?" Reita went back to the room with an empty bag, taking all of the mess from the table and moving to start cleaning the house- well was obvious that Uruha wasn't going to get up from the sofa sooner. "He's going to kick your butt in the 'got drunk' part. He is small, not dumb."
The light in Aoi's eyes died and he threw he paper in a pile of half scribbled and doodled balls, probably half written songs that were rejected by the pair living there."Then what should I do?! I don't like dogs, but I like him, and you know, there's no Takanori without Koron."
"Why don't you go there?" Reita simply asked, getting the broom and starting to gather all the dust and fur balls together in one point of the room while his boyfriend played with the small dog, which was barely awake. "Go bite the bullet. Don't come here and ask Kouyou for advices, the only thing he can advice you is how you get rid of those ghosts coming out of nowhere in Fatal Frame."
"Hey! I'm here you know?!" The taller man said, his indignation toward the other blond showing up in his features.
"I know honey, and that was a tip for you to be more comprehensive and romantic." Nothing but sweetness in the bassist voice made the other man get up and hug him from behind after letting the dog asleep on Aoi's thigh, making the man shiver, but his tension subdued to a pleasant tingling feeling from the heat and small snoring that the animal produced. Dogs were not so evil...Were they?
"Sorry. Hey Yuu. You should get up and go talk with Takanori." The lead guitarist finally told him while embracing his boyfriend, hiding his face on the crook of Reita's neck. "The pygmy really likes you, I don't think that the dog will be a great challenge."
"Thanks guys. I think I should be going, where do I put muffin?" Aoi pointed to the asleep chow chow drooling on his new pants. Dogs were definitely the pure personification of evil.
"Here let me get this cute thing!" His fellow guitarist took the dog, watching the other man put the black box back to his pocket and get up before hugging him tight. "Good luck Yuu. I'm sure that in time you'll learn how to love that little devil's plaything." The older man just sighed, thanking both of them before putting his shoes on and leaving the messed place.
The ride to the small vocalist's place was not too far away from his childhood friends, only taking him fifteen minutes to arrive at his door... And more fifteen minutes for him to gather courage to knock on the wooden piece. Hearing some muttering mixed with tiny barks the contents in his stomach started to swirl. Great, now he has a dog phobia in his head and a washing machine in his stomach.
"It's eleven in the morning of my day off Shiroyama, what are you doing here?" Obviously Ruki was sleeping, if it wasn't evident in his voice and annoyance, well Aoi still had the mussed hair, red eyes, pillow marks on his cheek and pijamas.
"Well.. I just thought about dropping here since I was passing by...But I brought a Black forest cake." The vocalist eyes opened up, looking at the bag in one of the other man hand's, great idea: if you one day feel like talking with the small man, then bring some bribe in case of bad mood.
"Well, you just earned yourself a 'welcome'. Shoo Koron, let Yuu come in." Ruki nudged the dog to the side with his foot, the small animal going straight for the end of the older man pants, biting it and pulling even before he got the chance of taking off his flip flops. "Let me take this to the kitchen." And just like that, the blond left Aoi to himself with the small devil. Oh well, while he would fight with Koron for his pants, Ruki would hum Silly God Disco and eat the whole cake alone.
"Get off me, you little demon dwarf." The brunette shook his leg, making the dog bite and claw his pants as if it's life depended on it.
"Are you not going to come here Yuu?" Ruki asked between his humming, cutting two pieces of the cake and putting them in their plates, still singing something. "Nevermind, I'm taking them... Koron! Let go of Yuu!" And, just like magic the dog went away, letting the guitarist make his beeline toward the red leather couch. The blond's apartment was immaculate, pure white walls, not a single thing out of place...He was perfect.
But all that perfection came with one small downside. Ruki was a dog person. Aoi was a cat person. Those two people more than often don't get along. But there he was, watching a mussed-hair-pijama-clad-straight-from-the-bed Ruki play with the white frosting, before taking the spoon to settle it inside his mouth and dragged it in a oh-so-slow-and-delicious slow motion between a luscious pair of full lips- or maybe he was just hallucinating and all was going in slow motion because his brain was starting to fry in the living room.
"Hey Yuu, are you okay?" The blond broke his trance, waving the spoon in front of him. Oh great! He was spacing out thinking about those plush, pinkish, delicious lips....Again. That was not the time to get a hard on about those ungodly lips.
"Yeah, yeah, I was just distracted." He shrugged, turning his attention to the cake, not minding the small black devil beside him, sniffing the air for some trouble.
"Hmmm, where did you find it? This is so delicious. Usually the whipped cream it's too artificial and..It has a different taste." Another full spoon of cake made the way to his mouth, and now, Aoi envied that spoon more than anything in the world.
"Well, there's a German delicatessen near Kouyou's house, and I went there...This flavor." The brunette himself nursed a spoon of his own cake to his mouth before continuing. "That you can't pinpoint is Kirschwasser.. One of the bests by the way..." Another full spoon went into Aoi's mouth while the smaller man chewed the cherry.
"What is that?!...It's kind of bitter as an almond, but it has..." He took another piece, taking his time to chew and identify the once foreign taste to his sensitive tongue, his chemoreceptors located in his brain going crazy with the new information. "It has a subtle sweetness from cherries." The brunette did not looked surprised that the younger one had guessed it right, but yet in the back of his mind he always got surprised with his small companion ability to figure out perfumes and flavors.
"...Do I really need to tell you?" Aoi chuckled, watching him put the porcelain plate on the spotless coffee table. "It's a German liquor... Ask Kouyou about it, I guess he has it in his cabinet. But you know how overprotective he is about his alcohol." This time, it was Ruki chuckling, a small laughter following as the guitarist set his plate aside, Koron nudging his side comfortably with his small black nose.
"Yeah...Kou is realy..." Ruki din't have the chance to complete his phrase, his little black devil somehow got the black silky box out of Aoi's pocket, making the older get up and run to catch it with the most infuriated-but-hilarious face he's ever seen.
"Come back here you... You....You evil messenger! Gimme that back! That's not for you!" As the older man chased the dog, it would stop to wave his tail energetically from one side to another, almost like challenging him to get the box. "Gimme that back...Arght! How much I hate these little devil dwarfs!" The blond was really amused with the chasing, but knowing the full extent of Aoi's patience- which was rather short, he needed to interfere before the ugly part of the scene unfolded. Calling the small dog that all but trotted to his owner lap, giving him the small box. Being the curious person the vocalist was he opened it, the golden tone of the ring reflecting in his eyes.
And Aoi's face was flushed red. Beet read. Almost purple.
"That's nice Yuu, but..." Taking the ring out of the box he looked at it intently, as if studying the whole piece before letting the information leave his mouth. "It's not your size of ring, for sure. Are you going to give it to a girl?" Ruki wriggled his brows in a funny way, but Aoi tossed his head from one side to another, almost mechanically. Right now, he was turning purple because the lack of oxygen, because it seemed as if he forgot how to breath properly. "A guy that's for sure. The band it's too wide for you to give it to a girl. Here Yuu." With a smile, the vocalist put the ring back, closing the box.
It was now. Or never.
"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no...It..." He was stammering too much, the funny brows were gone, now one of the perfect lined eyebrows was raised in question. The brunette swallowed hard, clenching his fists. "It's for you Takanori."
"Oh..." The blond's mouth was a perfect 'O', making Aoi's imagination run free once again. And then it was. Ruki was flushing red.
Tomato red.
"Fo...For me?! But Yuu! That's a ring that you give someone when you...Oh." Realization suddenly dawned on the petit man in the room, getting up and letting the dog fall from his lap with a not amused bark.
"Why do you think that I took you to my parents house? You and only you? Why do you think I'm always nicer with you than with the others? Why do you think my temper doesn't reach you? Or why do I always get behind just to talk with you.?"
"....Yeah..." The blond looked down, lost in what to do.
"I know..." Aoi unclenched his fists, closing the distance between them and embracing his beloved. "It's all of a sudden, we never even kissed, but I had to try you know? I loved you for so long that... The order of the things doesn't matter to me anymore. So..." Inhaling deeply he pried Ruki's fingers from the small box, taking the golden band out of there and positioning it in front of the annular finger in the blond's right hand before speaking. "Do you want to date me Takanori?"
"Yes!" Nearly screaming the blond replied, the biggest smile ever plastered in his face as the ring slid into his finger, fitting perfectly, as if it always belonged there. "You're an idiot you know?! Why didn't you told me earlier?!" He demanded, winding his arms around Aoi's neck while supporting himself on the balls of his feet to have a better look at the guitarist face.
"Because... I'm a cat person. And you're a dog person."
"Oh fuck it Shiroyama Yuu!" Ruki almost shouted, going for a kiss on those perfect lips. Allowing the shorter man to stay for a while like that, just pressing lips against lips, Aoi made a mental victory dance, but the tongue licking his lips made him focus on what's really important, his mouth opening to the vocalist for a much wanted and hungry kiss.
His world was crumbling from the pleasure, the simple pleasure of finally knowing how the other man tasted like - morello cherry liquor, chocolate, whipped cream and tar from his cigarettes, mind you. Setting his hands on the delicate hips, he turned his head a bit to the side, letting the other man explore his mouth deeper as he would do the same, losing himself on the kiss.
"Hey Takanori." He breathed between two pairs of swollen lips, his breath caressing the other man's mouth while their foreheads rested against each other.
"Yes Yuu..." The smaller one replied without opening his eyes, he never felt so good in his whole life.
"I'm not kissing you again until your dog stops raping my leg."
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - PG.
Genre - Fluff, a bit of crack.
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my first language, so any mistakes are more than human.
Pairings - Aoi x Ruki, Uruha x Reita
Summary - But all that perfection came with one small downside. Ruki was a dog person. Aoi was a cat person.
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television.
Comments - This is for
yuu_gazerock
because she's an amazing rp partner, amazing friend, and she deserves more ♥.
"This is wrong Kouyou, so wrong." Aoi gave himself the biggest facepalm ever, and it was not because of the current state of his friend's apartment. Looking at the row of empty beer cans- none of them his, if you mind- he sighed again, ebony eyes following what looked like the tenth can that Uruha was lifting, and it wasn't even noon.
"Tell me Yuu..." He started, his hands running through the soft fur of the fat cat currently asleep on his lap. "What the hell is 'wrong Kouyou, so wrong.' Because you've been siting on my favorite chair for the past one hour, forty five minutes, twenty seconds and still counting and the only thing you told me beside 'Are you drinking already', 'No, thanks', and 'Fuck man', it's that something is very wrong. Care to tell me what is it? Because if not, I have to clean the apartment, and if you don't tell me within... Twenty seconds what the hell it's going on, you'll clean this mess." The brunette finally looked up, sighing again and jumping from the chair, walking from one side to another, skipping some mangas that were on the floor from time to time; both the cat and his owner kept their eyes steady on the man, listening intently to him.
"I'm not a fan of dogs. How can things work when you don't like dogs?!" Aoi almost freaked out while talking, shaking his hands dramatically in the air.
"What the fuck Yuu, are you going to drop the band for a dog hair saloon?" He snickered, but the look he got from the elder in the room made his lift his hands to cover a laugh. "Sorry. Why is that a huge problem?"
"I want to give this to Takanori." Calloused hands fumbled inside the jeans pocket, lifting a small black box, his thumb flicked open the cover, showing the expensive Bvlgari golden band. "But he likes dogs. I like cats." Uruha's jaw was almost on the floor before he closed it, putting the cat aside his longs hands patted the vacant space full of circular shaped marks- probably from him forgetting where the astray was and burning the couch. The brunette seated there, looking at his friend's serious face as the same hand got higher next to his head, caressing the black silky strands before a loud slap landed on them. "Ouch! what was that for?!"
"For you not telling me, nor 'Kira that you two have been doing sexy things, you moron." Was the blond's reply as he took the box, taking out the ring and looking at the small details. "You were the first one to know when Akira and I started our realtionship, I thought you would do the same." The older guitarist looked down, eying the black yellow and white cat that jumped on the coffee table.
"We are not doing sexy things. We are not kissing. We're not even holding hands." Another slap on his head from the younger man was heard in the room. "Why are you so violent?"
"Because you're an idiot. Simple." And Uruha put the ring back in there, sitting it on the coffee table. "Kira is coming, so if you do not want him to see it you better put it on your pocket now." It was just the time for the cat to turn his head to the soft jingle of the keys that the bassist emerged in the room, kicking the front door with a boot clad foot, a grocery bag in one hand and a ridiculous cute baby chow chow asleep in the other. "Hey honey."
"Good morning Kou." He replied, walking in the apartment still with his boots- of course the place couldn't get worse- and putting the baby chow in his boyfriend's lap before giving him a tender kiss. "Hey Yuu. Rough morning?" He pointed to the empty cans before seating himself on the coffee table to take off the boots.
"No, just needed to be properly anesthetized before Yuu tell me that he intends to give a ring to our vocalist without even kissing him." Uruha shrugged, watching the dog fall asleep on his lap. "But he doesn't have the balls because he likes cats."
"Bitch." The brunette closed his eyes, not wanting to see the incredulous expression on the bassist's face. Reita let a small laugh pass his lips, before they were against his boyfriend's one more.
"Kou used to hate dogs. I used to hate cats." He said, looking at his friend, well Aoi finally got the light he needed and facepalmed himself mentally, Reita was obviously much more indicated than the other blond for sentimental matters. "But we love each other, we had to give in. And I think that it's cute that you're going to try things in the old fashioned way with Taka, he really likes that." A small filled Aoi's face, finally he was getting things right, hitting dead on in his petit vocalist taste.
"How did you two got together?" The taller man chuckled, moving his head from one side to another. "Maybe I can use something similar to get to Taka."
"Ok, grab your pen and paper." Uruha inhaled deeply, a knowing smile in the bassist face while he got up, taking the bag to the kitchen along with some of the bottles of beer. For their surprise, the older man produced a pen and a paper, almost out from nowhere, getting a disbelief look from the younger one his charcoal black eyes narrowed.
"I'm a musician, what if a song comes to my head?! Ok do tell." Putting the point of the ball pen against the paper, he watched Uruha lift his fingers.
"First we were friends."
"Friends, ok." Aoi scribbled, his face starting to scrunch up in concentration.
"Then we got out to drink one day..."
"Get out to drink..." The tip of the brunette's tongue was showing up from between his lips.
"Then we got drunk."
"That should be easy, Taka is a light drinker." He told more to himself than to the man beside him, still writing on the paper.
"Then we don't remember how we woke up naked in the same bed with Akira complaining about his butt hurting. And then..." The blond laughed, making the little dog wake up with the sound. "We had sex again."
"Sex, alcoholic amnesia, and sex."
"Dude, you're not going to try this with Taka, are you?" Reita went back to the room with an empty bag, taking all of the mess from the table and moving to start cleaning the house- well was obvious that Uruha wasn't going to get up from the sofa sooner. "He's going to kick your butt in the 'got drunk' part. He is small, not dumb."
The light in Aoi's eyes died and he threw he paper in a pile of half scribbled and doodled balls, probably half written songs that were rejected by the pair living there."Then what should I do?! I don't like dogs, but I like him, and you know, there's no Takanori without Koron."
"Why don't you go there?" Reita simply asked, getting the broom and starting to gather all the dust and fur balls together in one point of the room while his boyfriend played with the small dog, which was barely awake. "Go bite the bullet. Don't come here and ask Kouyou for advices, the only thing he can advice you is how you get rid of those ghosts coming out of nowhere in Fatal Frame."
"Hey! I'm here you know?!" The taller man said, his indignation toward the other blond showing up in his features.
"I know honey, and that was a tip for you to be more comprehensive and romantic." Nothing but sweetness in the bassist voice made the other man get up and hug him from behind after letting the dog asleep on Aoi's thigh, making the man shiver, but his tension subdued to a pleasant tingling feeling from the heat and small snoring that the animal produced. Dogs were not so evil...Were they?
"Sorry. Hey Yuu. You should get up and go talk with Takanori." The lead guitarist finally told him while embracing his boyfriend, hiding his face on the crook of Reita's neck. "The pygmy really likes you, I don't think that the dog will be a great challenge."
"Thanks guys. I think I should be going, where do I put muffin?" Aoi pointed to the asleep chow chow drooling on his new pants. Dogs were definitely the pure personification of evil.
"Here let me get this cute thing!" His fellow guitarist took the dog, watching the other man put the black box back to his pocket and get up before hugging him tight. "Good luck Yuu. I'm sure that in time you'll learn how to love that little devil's plaything." The older man just sighed, thanking both of them before putting his shoes on and leaving the messed place.
The ride to the small vocalist's place was not too far away from his childhood friends, only taking him fifteen minutes to arrive at his door... And more fifteen minutes for him to gather courage to knock on the wooden piece. Hearing some muttering mixed with tiny barks the contents in his stomach started to swirl. Great, now he has a dog phobia in his head and a washing machine in his stomach.
"It's eleven in the morning of my day off Shiroyama, what are you doing here?" Obviously Ruki was sleeping, if it wasn't evident in his voice and annoyance, well Aoi still had the mussed hair, red eyes, pillow marks on his cheek and pijamas.
"Well.. I just thought about dropping here since I was passing by...But I brought a Black forest cake." The vocalist eyes opened up, looking at the bag in one of the other man hand's, great idea: if you one day feel like talking with the small man, then bring some bribe in case of bad mood.
"Well, you just earned yourself a 'welcome'. Shoo Koron, let Yuu come in." Ruki nudged the dog to the side with his foot, the small animal going straight for the end of the older man pants, biting it and pulling even before he got the chance of taking off his flip flops. "Let me take this to the kitchen." And just like that, the blond left Aoi to himself with the small devil. Oh well, while he would fight with Koron for his pants, Ruki would hum Silly God Disco and eat the whole cake alone.
"Get off me, you little demon dwarf." The brunette shook his leg, making the dog bite and claw his pants as if it's life depended on it.
"Are you not going to come here Yuu?" Ruki asked between his humming, cutting two pieces of the cake and putting them in their plates, still singing something. "Nevermind, I'm taking them... Koron! Let go of Yuu!" And, just like magic the dog went away, letting the guitarist make his beeline toward the red leather couch. The blond's apartment was immaculate, pure white walls, not a single thing out of place...He was perfect.
But all that perfection came with one small downside. Ruki was a dog person. Aoi was a cat person. Those two people more than often don't get along. But there he was, watching a mussed-hair-pijama-clad-straight-from-the-bed Ruki play with the white frosting, before taking the spoon to settle it inside his mouth and dragged it in a oh-so-slow-and-delicious slow motion between a luscious pair of full lips- or maybe he was just hallucinating and all was going in slow motion because his brain was starting to fry in the living room.
"Hey Yuu, are you okay?" The blond broke his trance, waving the spoon in front of him. Oh great! He was spacing out thinking about those plush, pinkish, delicious lips....Again. That was not the time to get a hard on about those ungodly lips.
"Yeah, yeah, I was just distracted." He shrugged, turning his attention to the cake, not minding the small black devil beside him, sniffing the air for some trouble.
"Hmmm, where did you find it? This is so delicious. Usually the whipped cream it's too artificial and..It has a different taste." Another full spoon of cake made the way to his mouth, and now, Aoi envied that spoon more than anything in the world.
"Well, there's a German delicatessen near Kouyou's house, and I went there...This flavor." The brunette himself nursed a spoon of his own cake to his mouth before continuing. "That you can't pinpoint is Kirschwasser.. One of the bests by the way..." Another full spoon went into Aoi's mouth while the smaller man chewed the cherry.
"What is that?!...It's kind of bitter as an almond, but it has..." He took another piece, taking his time to chew and identify the once foreign taste to his sensitive tongue, his chemoreceptors located in his brain going crazy with the new information. "It has a subtle sweetness from cherries." The brunette did not looked surprised that the younger one had guessed it right, but yet in the back of his mind he always got surprised with his small companion ability to figure out perfumes and flavors.
"...Do I really need to tell you?" Aoi chuckled, watching him put the porcelain plate on the spotless coffee table. "It's a German liquor... Ask Kouyou about it, I guess he has it in his cabinet. But you know how overprotective he is about his alcohol." This time, it was Ruki chuckling, a small laughter following as the guitarist set his plate aside, Koron nudging his side comfortably with his small black nose.
"Yeah...Kou is realy..." Ruki din't have the chance to complete his phrase, his little black devil somehow got the black silky box out of Aoi's pocket, making the older get up and run to catch it with the most infuriated-but-hilarious face he's ever seen.
"Come back here you... You....You evil messenger! Gimme that back! That's not for you!" As the older man chased the dog, it would stop to wave his tail energetically from one side to another, almost like challenging him to get the box. "Gimme that back...Arght! How much I hate these little devil dwarfs!" The blond was really amused with the chasing, but knowing the full extent of Aoi's patience- which was rather short, he needed to interfere before the ugly part of the scene unfolded. Calling the small dog that all but trotted to his owner lap, giving him the small box. Being the curious person the vocalist was he opened it, the golden tone of the ring reflecting in his eyes.
And Aoi's face was flushed red. Beet read. Almost purple.
"That's nice Yuu, but..." Taking the ring out of the box he looked at it intently, as if studying the whole piece before letting the information leave his mouth. "It's not your size of ring, for sure. Are you going to give it to a girl?" Ruki wriggled his brows in a funny way, but Aoi tossed his head from one side to another, almost mechanically. Right now, he was turning purple because the lack of oxygen, because it seemed as if he forgot how to breath properly. "A guy that's for sure. The band it's too wide for you to give it to a girl. Here Yuu." With a smile, the vocalist put the ring back, closing the box.
It was now. Or never.
"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no...It..." He was stammering too much, the funny brows were gone, now one of the perfect lined eyebrows was raised in question. The brunette swallowed hard, clenching his fists. "It's for you Takanori."
"Oh..." The blond's mouth was a perfect 'O', making Aoi's imagination run free once again. And then it was. Ruki was flushing red.
Tomato red.
"Fo...For me?! But Yuu! That's a ring that you give someone when you...Oh." Realization suddenly dawned on the petit man in the room, getting up and letting the dog fall from his lap with a not amused bark.
"Why do you think that I took you to my parents house? You and only you? Why do you think I'm always nicer with you than with the others? Why do you think my temper doesn't reach you? Or why do I always get behind just to talk with you.?"
"....Yeah..." The blond looked down, lost in what to do.
"I know..." Aoi unclenched his fists, closing the distance between them and embracing his beloved. "It's all of a sudden, we never even kissed, but I had to try you know? I loved you for so long that... The order of the things doesn't matter to me anymore. So..." Inhaling deeply he pried Ruki's fingers from the small box, taking the golden band out of there and positioning it in front of the annular finger in the blond's right hand before speaking. "Do you want to date me Takanori?"
"Yes!" Nearly screaming the blond replied, the biggest smile ever plastered in his face as the ring slid into his finger, fitting perfectly, as if it always belonged there. "You're an idiot you know?! Why didn't you told me earlier?!" He demanded, winding his arms around Aoi's neck while supporting himself on the balls of his feet to have a better look at the guitarist face.
"Because... I'm a cat person. And you're a dog person."
"Oh fuck it Shiroyama Yuu!" Ruki almost shouted, going for a kiss on those perfect lips. Allowing the shorter man to stay for a while like that, just pressing lips against lips, Aoi made a mental victory dance, but the tongue licking his lips made him focus on what's really important, his mouth opening to the vocalist for a much wanted and hungry kiss.
His world was crumbling from the pleasure, the simple pleasure of finally knowing how the other man tasted like - morello cherry liquor, chocolate, whipped cream and tar from his cigarettes, mind you. Setting his hands on the delicate hips, he turned his head a bit to the side, letting the other man explore his mouth deeper as he would do the same, losing himself on the kiss.
"Hey Takanori." He breathed between two pairs of swollen lips, his breath caressing the other man's mouth while their foreheads rested against each other.
"Yes Yuu..." The smaller one replied without opening his eyes, he never felt so good in his whole life.
"I'm not kissing you again until your dog stops raping my leg."